Susan noticed Jack looking squarely at her protruding nipples then just said, “Oh, what the hell! You are going to see them soon enough - as well as... the rest of my body.” With that Susan swung her legs straight out of bed and stood up in front of Jack. In one sweeping and very fluid gesture she whipped off her nightie over her head and flung it onto her pillow.All Susan had on now was some pink panties that looked very disheveled from the recent visit of Susan’s right hand playing with the. There's just too much emotional drama."Her hands were puffy and unnaturally cold when she pulled mine to her and caressed them with her cheek. "I want you to be the father of my babies, but that's too important a decision for you to make now, or if it's God's will to let me come home now, for you to make without me. Sandy has promised to think about carrying one of my babies, but I don't want you to volunteer for the daddy role if I'm not here. At least not until all the dust has settled and. Leaves that could bunch under his neighbors wire fence. Snow that would turn to wet, grey, mucky slush and then find its way somehow into his laced snow boots. Snow that might be rolled together to make a pseudo person. A person... who only has weeks to live...Terry frowned. *What does a snow man think about before he inevitably turns into boot slush?*He puzzled that thought behind his grey eyes; staring simultaneously at the palm trees growing outside his open window. Through the window flowed. And yet if they allowed first impressions to pass and looked into his large pale blue eyes and discovered what dwelled behind them, or listened to the content of the words, their arrangement and the style of speech, a calm intelligence and peace might have interested them. Then again, the other extreme from first impressions might have created disinterest. Either too dangerous or not dangerous enough, he couldn't win.Winning however had never been on his agenda. He lost too much—parents,.