I planted my soft lips on hissurprisingly tender ones, as his eyes widened slightly with surprise, andthen began to relax. I had never kissed anyone b...efore, male or female, andas a male I was not homosexual, but it seemed that as a coping mechanism.I had lost everyone I knew and cared about, and I did not want to loseOtto, as I backed my lips off of his and took a breath, confirming andrealizing my course of action. I looked in his eyes again, and had amoment of extreme empathy as his blue eyes. Amy: Oh, Dad, I’m sure you can!Me: Let’s hurry up.Amy: I got the pants, but I am not sure about the top though.She selected two tops, one is a sleeveless green crop top, and the other white top, which was a bit transparent near her breasts and center part like from cleavage to her belly. It was see-through.Me: Why are you unsure?Amy: Well, the white one must be worn without a bra.Me: What’s the problem with that?Amy: Well, the thing is, I really like this one, and I’d rather wear it for this. ”Tom: “Do you think President McCain will do better or worse than President Buckman?”Me: “No idea. I think the question is whether President McCain will be a third term of President Buckman, and the answer to that will be no. John is going to be his own man and, I think, a competent and thoughtful President. Back in 2001, when I asked John to join me and take the job as Vice President, I told him that every once in a while, this country gets an object lesson in selecting their leaders. There. ‘If a crepe myrtle takes root in this part of the country, that buys the planter fifty years of good luck, ‘Tom Andrews told ten year old Ernesto. The boy was digging a hole for the plant. Many years later, middle-aged Tom clutched his chest, by the crepe myrtle, feeling his third heart attack. Ernesto helped Tom up to the porch. Tom’s wife and their only child Jim Ed were attending a relative’s wedding in San Angelo. ‘We’ve had some fine times together, uh, Ernesto?’ Ernesto grabbed Tom’s.