She asked me why I did not tell her that I was coming. I told her that would have ruined a surprise. What surprise she asked me. I told her ME! She ap...proached me and gave me a hug and told me that she had to get back home as her children were there. HUH? Children! I had no idea about that. I asked her how old and she said 11 and 3. I told her that we needed to find a store to buy them some treats to eat. She said I would not have to do that. I told her that if she said no, I would buy them even. It seemed Mother Nature was making them pay for the warm day on Friday. Jake stood looking out the back door sipping a cup of coffee while his mother talked to the Director of the Shelter on the phone."Sharon, all I'm saying is that I want to give these girls a chance to choose for themselves. Many of them come from poorer neighborhoods where the likelihood of a pickup taking place is slim. If they come and live with me and accompany me when I leave the house then when I get picked up they will. It’s all so new but so exciting. Did she tell you what we did?“No”“I don’t know if I should tell you. It’s so naughty!” giggled Lauren.“Go on, tell me!” he said, pretending to bite her arm.“She took some pictures of me - like sexy pictures - just for fun. I might let you see them.” teased Lauren.“I don’t want to”“Why?”“The real thing is better!”Lauren pulled him round the edge of the chair so that he knelt between her legs, making sure her dress was pulled down to cover her knickers. He rested. ” Leading me by the hand, she took me to the living room. Sitting me on her couch, she sat next to me. “I’m going to take a crash course about Wilbur,” she said with a mischievous grin. Here is the program, “I am obligated to play in the Buick Invitational in two weeks. I phoned Henry. He gave me an order to marry you and bring you on tour with me, as my caddie. Even told me that old joke that we should paint a big “W” on the side of one of your trucks and call it a Winnabago. Last guy I knew,.