I loved her playful ways, and just like every thing else she had teased me with that day, I decided enjoy it. My phone vibrated on the grill behind me.... I excused myself to check it and felt Lizvette's foot lift from mine. Yes. She knew! God I loved her. So fun and playful. I looked at the phone and saw a text from my nephew, Nathan: "Mind if I drop by tonight? Need to get out." "Is it mom?" Bethie asked. I told her who it was. "Oh god. Not tonight, Daddy. No." I texted back that we were. Either way, I almost wasn't comfortable in the salon, even thougheach of the employees and I had been friends since our days in college."Hey, Mel," Nancy Gallagan said, motioning me over to my usual seat."What's the matter?"I sat down. "You mean besides the fact that my husband died a few daysago?" Nancy made a face like she was about to say something, but I cuther off before she said anything, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it likethat. Things have been hectic, Nance, what with Charlie moving in. ‘Please,’ the humble author begged in response, prostrating himself before the collective might of the internet commenters, ‘Don’t worry. The choices are coming’. (See the roadmap for more on that)Finally, given school and other life affairs, I have a real taint punch of a schedule some moments and then I’ll be floating on the ocean in Bora Bora without a care in the world the next, so updates will hopefully remain semi-consistent though I will comment on current threads to let people know if a. ..from that day on things would never be the same. The balance of power had just shifted with such force in their house that Stephanie was sure it must have registered on the Richter scale. Steve sat on the couch, his now flaccid cock lolling limply outside his zipper, and stared in wide eyed wonder at the girl before him. "Who is this girl?" he asked himself. "Where the hell did she come from?" "My God, Stephanie, that was the most......." he started to say. SMACK! Poor Steve never.