Helping things along is the tattoo I was made to pay for that has SWEETPEA written in girly script with little pea pods encircling hearts on my lower ...back. Since my new form of attire tends to show off my midriff, everyone who meets me can see it. Todd says he'll command me to go to the courthouse to have my name legally changed to Sweetpea Spanky-Swallows soon. So much for any hopes I ever had of having a serious career. That time has come and gone for me, I guess. The tattoo artist Todd. ”The look on her face was one of surprise as she said, “Uncle Mike, I never asked you to love me back. My gosh, you’re a grown man and I’m just a little k**. I mean, I’m not even in high school yet. I know that I love you because I always have. But I never expected you to love me, sometime maybe, if I’m the luckiest girl on the world, but I don’t expect it to happen. Maybe I should because I never expected today to ever happen either and here it is. But I’m not expecting anything in return from. When I went back to the bedroom I found that Christie had found the bag and had followed my instructions. She was sitting on the edge of the bed with the hospital straps on her wrists and ankles. Even better, when I opened her robe I saw that she had slipped her vibrator on, the straps around her waist and between her little ass-cheeks.?What’s this for?? she asked with a gleam in her eye. She knows that I have a devious mind and like to play games at times.?Oh, I thought we’d spend the. By the end of the weekend, I’d felt like my head was exploding. I’d ‘manned up’ and done everything I humanly could for Grace. But I knew this was just the start of a journey, and that the three of us had many long and difficult conversations ahead.And this is where Monday morning in Central Park came in. It was my first chance to be by myself and really take in the enormity of the news. At forty-nine-years-old I was going to be a father again.In some ways this was great news. I loved being.