But then it would be gone. I never was too nosey to see what was going on.One evening I was trying to get some sleep as I work 3rd shift and still had... a couple of hours left to sleep. It was about 6pm and and a loud thud woke me. I went through the house and no one was home at my place. My wife was out with her mother shopping at the local mall. So I thought it was nothing and went back to bed. As I laid down I started hearing what I thought were moans. I was a bit confused, not sure where they. Donna would be granted one four hour supervised visit per week at her expense. It would be her responsibility to coordinate it. About a week later I received a call from a Friend of the Court social worker asking to set up an appointment for the first visitation. With some trepidation I agreed to the following Sunday from two until six. The social worker would come to pick up Sam with Donna. Donna had asked if her parents could attend also and I of course agreed.That night at Sam's bedtime I. I'll try some of that." I got the cognac and went quietly to Abby's. Like always, she had left the side gate open to get into the back yard. Abby was in a red teddy waiting for me and the cognac. I poured a small snifter and gave it to her. As we drank, I knew we were heading for... sex. After the second cognac, we were in the mood. "Quinn, I need to get laid - now!" "Great, so do I. Let's go inside and get down to business." We went straight to Abby's bedroom. We embraced and kissed. That was how she remembered her father, he had a secret strength about him that no one expected. People often assumed that since he was a quiet, polite man that he was weak. Despite his good manners and calm temperament, he had arms like knotted steel cables and a grip that could paralyze. Yet he was a kind, gentle soul. But this wasn’t her father, it was a total stranger, a mystery to her, dressed in black from head to toe. The man in black turned away from him the Dominican to face her.