’ Little Tommy’s heart stopped, his eyes popped wide open and his face flushed a deep red as his embarrassment and shame spread through his body. ...‘I’m sorry, Mom…so sorry…I never should…don’t know why…’ Tears started rolling down his cheeks. ‘Oh, no…no, Tommy,’ she wiped his tears away with her thumbs and kept smiling at her precious boy. ‘Mommy’s not mad, honey…not mad at all. Mommy can never be mad at you, Tommy…it’s okay, really.’ And after a few minutes of soft tickles and kisses on his. .. heal yourself now, can’t you? Genius, pure genius! You are one smart cookie, aren’t you? I’m gonna be so ... sooo good to you, honey! I refuse to give up such a rare and wonderful man as you! Anyway, please eat!” Jessica urged me when not kissing my face, neck, chest, etc.“And you know that ... I’m never gonna be a one-woman man. Just sayin’ that for the record, so as to forestall any future... ‘silly lovers’ spats,’ as you put it. I’m just not the faithful sort. On the other hand, I won’t. "The kid made it to the outskirts of Butchersville. She fell into his arms. She told him everything she knew. He vowed to investigate. He assured the kid, that if only a half of what she had told him was true, 'he would see Ma Butcher and her boys behind bars for the rest of their lives.'"She grinned broadly, "Christ knows how the evil bastard kept a straight face." Who did she get a lift from?" asked Spike."Lorry driver, Bud says, driving a Mac diesel, towing a big trailer." Cheesus..." began. "Taking the corner at a high rate of speed, wheels screeching we pulled into the driveway of her place."Let's go inside and continue this," Corrine said as she quickly exited the car. I was right behind her."Go make yourself comfortable on the couch in the living room."I sat on the couch as Corrine entered barefoot, bringing a bottle of White Riesling. After she filled our glasses, she sat down and put her feet on my lap. As we drank our wine Corrine wiggled her toes while smiling at me..