.. in the Sea of Azov.”Junior thought a millisecond. “There aren’t any tropical islands in that part of Asia.” She believed me and rounded on ...Six ... finger point and all. “Don’t,” she said, shaking her finger. “I know you guys.” Condemnation personified.“You don’t know what she did ... is doing ... going to do,” Six said.“Which is it?”“Our boss...”“Mary, she’s nice. Surprise, you did something to Mary?”I patted my belly, “I’m her mother.”“So,” Junior said, “Not an immaculate conception.”“Drunk. Teresa was an office gal, who was medium height and carried her demeanor well. With her auburn hair, blue eyes, freckled nose and wire framed glasses, she was drop dead gorgeous. A beautiful woman was before me. We started to chat about what the next few days held for us. I was returning to Saudi Arabia and her going to her boyfriend’s mom’s place for Christmas dinner. It was a cloudy evening and the snow had just started to fall. The scene was so beautiful, I called her over to the window to. "Taste it. Wrap your senses around it so you will recognize it the next time you lock onto this substance." Okay," I said, with grandpa's thoughts echoing mine, and we did, trying to get a feel for what we had hold of. How do you describe that though? I didn't have anything to compare it to at the time, but later would describe this particular one as hard and 'pokey'. Yeah, a good technical description, I know."Good," Bud said after a while. "What you are locked onto is a molecule of silicon. "You didn't think what?" she asked sweetly while I collapsed back onto the bed. "You didn't assume that I'd just jump into bed with you? That I would allow you to take advantage of me in my weakened state?" I... I'm sorry?" I groaned. Heather stood there a moment, glaring at me and I wondered if anything we might have had was now ruined. Suddenly her face broke into a smile."Gotcha!" she laughed, jumping in my lap and smothering my face with kisses. She ground her hips against mine and I knew I.