Cara was a small, quiet thing when she first walked through our door--clearly a girl of mixed race. She was curvy and petite at 5'1", with long, curly... dark brown hair, intense green eyes, full sensuous lips, and skin the color of warm honey. She wore a hooded sweatshirt, perhaps trying to hide what I suspected was a large chest for her little frame. There was definitely an exotic beauty to her, but also a sadness in her eyes. One look into those eyes and it was and it was apparent she was mine.. “How about a sauna?” Melanie said with a smile.I gave her a hard look and said, “As long as you behave, Melanie Spencer!”Melanie stuck her tongue out at me, causing Jennifer and Pete to laugh. I wasn’t going to take the bait, though. I just smiled at Melanie.“No fair! You always say not to do that unless I plan to use it!”“You’re right, I do. But in this case, you can only use it on Pete, so it’s up to him to decide.”“Well, there might be one other guy I could use it on,” she smirked.“It’s not. ” And with that, before she answers, he lifts another forkful to her lips. Then lifts the wine glass for her to sip.And as she begins to read more of the diary, this is how it goes on. He will eat and drink a little, and as Emma pauses in the story, feed her some too. And lift her drink to her lips. They spend the next few hours like this, both so engrossed in her mother’s story unfolding, before moving on to the next level.Emma begins to read to Donald the next entry in the diary now dated. "I am willing to make such a commitment. But I won't marry her while she's pregnant. It's a cultural thing with my family. Like the only reason that I'm getting married is because of the pregnancy." He shook his head. "To me, the issues are different. Committed marriage is one thing. The sanctity of life is another."The judge sat back, letting the paper slip from his hands. "I see we have an impasse here." Then the corners of his mouth turned up in a wry smile. "But if there were a.