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The rest of the weekend and then the next week continues as before. Linda and I take Mandy rollerskating, and the three of us have a blast. Then we hit an arcade and hang out together until almost 9. Mandy is actually pretty good at Frogger. Finally I drop them off and get a lovely kiss from Linda.

That Thursday I pick everybody up and JD tells us that since this is a new campaign start we can change out our characters if we want. Keith decides that he wants to pull out his old ranger Markoff and play him for a while. So now instead of a human bard, he is an elf ranger. Holly is happy with Mara, and Tiny asks if he can bring back his thief Buster (actually he was named Ambrose, but the first adventure he busted 3 lock picks in a row). Chatting with Linda I helped her pick out her own bard and everybody agreed that Adnil would be a great fit.

Me, I just continued to use Fairbough.

Mandy was sitting next to JD, and he was whispering to her what they would be doing together. The game was rather routine, other than starting in a town and having some random encounters there first (JD really loved that book!). We headed out and along the coast where a tribe of gnolls had taken over an abandoned fort.

The first encounter had Mandy laughing and yelling “Take that!” as she threw the dice, and then hamming it up every time a monster died. She was really getting into it, and we all had a lot of fun. When we wrapped up for the night she had done considerable damage to quite a few of us.
I saw her doodling on a piece of paper, and when we were putting everything away she handed it to Linda. All I could say was wow, I had no idea she had that kind of talent!

It was a drawing, of Adnil. Mandy had drawn her as a pretty female half-elf, sitting on a stool when we were back in the town when Adnil was singing in a tavern. She was perched on a stool, with one knee bent out and a view of her leg from mid-calf down (it reminded me a bit of her gypsy costume). Her hair was long and slightly wavy, falling to where the ends were right about where here nipples would be on a small busted frame. She was strumming a lute, and her mouth was slightly open as if she was singing. And the face, it was amazing. It was as if somebody had taken Linda’s face and stretched it a little bit, making her look more like an elf. Not the severe-looking ones that is normally associated with elves, but with only a little of the roundness that she actually has.

Everybody was incredibly impressed as we passed it around for everybody to admire. Linda gave her sister a big hug, and said it was lovely. When she tried to hand it back Mandy refused. “No, that’s your's sis. Now you and everybody will know what Adnil looks like.”

After that, everybody wanted a drawing of their characters. And that became the pattern for following weeks. Mandy would roll for the monsters and participate in ways JD directed, and Mandy would sketch a different character. We already had a full group, but now we had an official portrait artist.

When I dropped the girls off I was walking back to my car when I heard a noise. I looked behind me and it was Rosie waving me to come to the window. “Pete, I need to tell you about Saturday. And it has been hard to get you alone with the leech almost implanted on your arm. I know that I told you guys that she was going to spend her birthday with just family, but that’s not true.”

She pushed the screen out a bit and handed me a business card. “That is where we are having an early dinner, I already have reservations for 4. We will get there at 5, so I think your pulling up at 5:15 should be about right. That way we can all have a meal together, and you are welcome to come home with us afterwards. I do want Linda at home at least that one night, but you are more than welcome to join us.”

I smiled and took the card, seeing the name and recognizing it as a slightly upscale Mexican place. I told her I would be there and said goodnight.

Friday night was basically a repeat of the week before. I met the 3 musketeers plus Mandy at Linda’s and we all piled in to go skating. But at my insistence, we were going to Reseda. I’d had more than enough punk rock for the year. And as before after I spent the first couples skates with Linda, following sets were each with one of the other girls. But this time Kimmy is the first one to take me by the hand, and Julie took Linda’s.

I asked Kimmy if she was unhappy we did not go back to Skate!, and she said she was not.

“But I thought you were having fun with that boy last weekend?”

“Baron? Oh, he was nice. But he kept trying to cop a feel of my butt and boobs. It was flattering, but I don’t want to be mauled on a first meeting, let alone a first date. Why is it that all boys seem to be hormone-driven maniacs?”

I looked at her and grinned, and watched her skin get darker as she blushed. “Oh Pete, I don’t mean you. You’re not a guy, shit, I mean, you’re not an available guy. You are...”

I cut her off with a chuckle. “It’s OK Kimmie, I understand what you mean. I’m with Linda, so I’m safe. We can hold hands and you can tell me private things, and you know I’m not going to try to jump you. And I can understand most of what they feel. You are as cute as a button, you have a nice body, and you are exotic.”

“Exotic? I’m just another boat person, only in the last year or so have I finally lost most of my accent. Now Julie, she’s exotic. She’s already got boobs and real blond hair. She is the girl most guys lust over.”

“OK, let me tell you a bit about guys. There are generally 3 things we lust over. And they are the familiar, the exotic, and the forbidden. And we do lust after and are attracted to all 3, but in different ways.

“First is the familiar. That is the girl we want to take home to meet our parents. In my case in many a way that is Linda. I had no problem introducing her to my dad. Yes, I know she is a bit young, but when I told him about her my dad told me that he and my mom started dating at about the same ages.

“The familiar is what you take to school dances, and who you walk down the street holding hands with. Not to show her off but because you want to be with her and do not care what others think.

“Then comes the exotic, and that is different for everybody. Yes, for most guys it’s big boobs.” I grinned at her and she giggled a little at that. “But I think for most guys, firm is more important than size. We tend to prefer a bit smaller and firmer rather than larger and hanging down to the belly. But everybody has their own ideas. For some it is long blond hair. For another it may be black shoulder-length hair,” which described Kimmie’s perfectly. “It may even be brown hair in what used to be a pixie cut.”

Kim giggled and said “Ya noticed. Yea, Linda mentioned you tend to look at a girl with longer hair a lot. Not the girls, the hair. So she decided to grow it out again. And dyed it back to her natural brown a few weeks ago.”

“Again?”

“Oh yea, you didn’t know her last year. Back then her hair was halfway down her back. But for some reason she had it cut shorter at the start of summer and dyed it jet black. Her mom threw a fit over that I tell ya! So she may be growing it back out for her mom, or it may be for you. Now tell me more about exotic.” She squeezed my hand and I squeezed back.

“Well, exotic can also be a different race. A black guy with a white girl, a Hispanic girl with a white guy. Or even a white guy with an Asian girl. We see somebody like you, and it’s different than what we see in the mirror, other than just the difference in sex. Most of the time growing up we look at our parents, and imagine us with another image of our mom when we grow up and get married. But then as we get a bit older we see somebody different, and then imagine what it might be spending our time with somebody different.

“It can also be something like size. A really tall guy with a short girl, or the reverse. Try to imagine a 5’2” guy in bed with a 6’ tall girl, and imagine how they would manage to get everything lined up. Or the reverse. That to them may be exotic for each other.” Kimmie gave a naughty giggle as I say that.

“Then there is the forbidden. That is something that you are not supposed to want, but can’t help yourself for wanting. Now that may be race. Say if your parents only wanted to see you with a Vietnamese boy, but instead you started to date a white boy. Is it because you really like him, or because it’s forbidden?

“I’ve learned some Jewish slang, and they call it ‘Shiksa’. Something forbidden. An old rich Jewish guy who is a widower and has grown k**s stereotypically marries a tall, big breasted young Gentile girl. In his culture that is shiksa, something forbidden. It may also be age, an old guy with a young girl, an old woman with a young guy.

“It may also be a combination of 2 or more things, like I said with race. You dating a white guy may be because it is exotic and forbidden.” I grinned at her again. “And yes, for Linda and me there is a bit of all 3 involved. She is cute as hell, and she is awesome to be with so there is the familiar. Her now light brown hair is similar to mine, and she could almost look like a younger sist, errr, cousin.” Now I am blushing, having almost said “sister”.

“Now for the exotic. She is more than just a bit smaller than I am. Now here is another secret of guys, we actually lust after all boobs. Big, small, round, flat, perky, pillowy. We like all of them. But smaller ones are often associated with younger girls, and most guys like the idea of being with a girl that is innocent.” Kimmie snorted at that, and I noticed the third song was coming to an end.

I spotted Linda on the other side of the rink and caught her eye. I waved at her to stay back for a bit, and smiled. She nodded and pointed to the bathroom. Perfect.

“With Linda, I will also admit there is just a bit of the forbidden. She is almost 2 years younger than I am, and we’re at an age where some may consider my interest in a 14 year old girl as being a bit of a p*******e. But in my own defense, I had no idea she was only 14 when we first went out. I honestly thought you guys were Sophomores. And even though there is no difference between a Sophomore and a Senior dating in age when compared to a Freshman and a Junior, I think the fact you are still in ‘Junior High School’ makes a mental barrier. Junior High girls are supposed to go on a date with parents dropping them off at the movie and sharing a kiss when dropped off. Not spending an hour or so alone in his car.”

“Oh, the word you are looking for Pete is 'ephebophile', not 'p*******e'. An ephebophile lusts after post-adolescents. Of course, you might be a hebephile. That is somebody who lusts after those going through adolescence. Somebody who is a p*******e wants c***dren before they enter puberty.”

I looked at her and saw her grinning at me. “And how do you know that, may I ask?”

“Oh, just something I read once. I realized that for some reason they always try to pin anything sexual under 18 as 'pedophilia', which is actually attraction to those before they hit puberty. But yea, Lind does look young for her age, and I can see what you mean about forbidden.”

“And that is what I mean when I say you would leave me behind. You just told me 2 words I had never heard of before, and it shows how smart you are. No, this is what I would be afraid dating you would be like Kimmie. You are so smart that no matter how hot I think you are you would eventually realize I am just some dumb hick. And take up with some brain surgeon who liked high-class wines, while I tend to stick to beer.”

The couples skate ended, and when Kim looked at me (surely expecting a kiss on the cheek), I pointed to Linda leaving the rink and said we still had a few more minutes to finish the conversation.

“So let me ask ya Pete, what if it had been me that bumped into you that night?”

I took a deep breath, smiled and said “Then I might be having this conversation with Linda, and be looking forward to spending some time alone with you when I dropped you off an hour or so later.” She really did have a very pretty blush.

“Yea, I think all 3 of you are desirable, in different ways. But to be honest, I don’t think with you or Julie it could have been much more than just some fun casual dates and a little necking.”

“Why not?” she asked, cocking her head to the side.

“You Kimmie are just too driven for me. You’re way smarter than me, and are already planning on being a doctor. You only seem to go out one night a week, and from what Linda tells me you are normally studying at all other times. As much as I could imagine myself with somebody like you, you would eventually just leave me behind.” I smiled and squeezed her hand again.

“Julie, that is a bit different. I like her a lot. And while she is not stupid, she is a bit of an airhead. I would worry that I would have to explain half of my jokes to her, or I would talk about Chaucer and she would think it was some new band. Or we would be watching the Winter Olympics and she would think that curling was a sport about hairdressing.” Kimmie nodded at that and grinned.

“And of course there is the other thing we tend to get when we date a really hot girl, jealous. I would worry every time I saw her talking with another guy that he was hitting on her. Or if she went to spend time with Chris, was it a girl Chris, or a guy Chris she was cheating with on the side? With really hot girlfriends we tend to get insecure like that.”

“Do you worry about that with Linda?”

“Honestly, not at all and all the time. I trust her, and I think if she wanted to break up with me she is forward enough to just tell me so. Unless things got bad between us I don’t think she will go looking for somebody else. But that does not mean I don’t worry that she might meet somebody else that she is more attracted to then shes with me.”

“Trust me dude, ain’t gonna happen. I’ve known her since 4th grade, and that’s not how she is. Even when she was jumping from guy to guy, she made sure they all knew it was like, casual between them. She did date this guy for about a month in 7th grade, that was her first and longest boyfriend until you. After that, she just seemed to like going from guy to guy, like a bee to flowers. But she did not lead them on, they knew a date or two and she would be moving on.

“But honestly, you would have asked me out?”

I smiled, and pulled her closer and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. “Kimmy, if it had been you I know I would have flirted with you, hit on you, and tried to make out with you. As much as I love Linda, I admit I also always had a thing for Asian girls.”

Perfect timing as Linda at that time came and took my other hand and we were soon skating off together leaving a thoughtful looking Kimmie behind.

Next I was skating with Mandy, and all she wanted to talk about was D&D. But at the start of the second song I noticed a boy sitting in the eating area and he seemed to be staring at us. He looked pissed off.

And I noticed that each time we passed, he was still staring at us. OK, so it’s us in particular, not just the people skating. As the third song started I pointed him out and asked Mandy about him.

“Oh, that’s Adrian. I think he likes me, but he never says anything to me. We danced a bit at a school dance last month, but that’s all. He would not even slow dance with me! All he seems to do is stare whenever I pass by.”

Finally the song ended and I got my kiss on the cheek as a reward. As I let go of her hand I motioned to Linda I was going to the bathroom. And sure enough, Adrian was watching me now. Went inside, took care of business, and came back out, he had moved from his perch.

I took Linda’s hand in mine, but most of the way through the first lap I felt somebody bump into me from the back, and then Adrian was passing us. 2 laps later, it happened again. Linda saw it this time and I’m sure she saw the look of annoyance on my face. “Pete, what is it?”

“Do you know Adrian?”

“Yea, I think he has a thing for Mandy, but is to chicken to ask her out. Why?”

“Cause that’s him,” I said. “And I think he’s jealous I was skating with her.”

“Boys!” Linda said, just as I caught a glimpse of Adrian coming up again. I loosened my hand from Linda’s and she said “No fighting Pete!”, and I assured her there would be no fight. Just as he was about to bump me again we were at the far side of a turn near a corner. I simply grabbed his arm and skated with him into that corner. I gently pushed him into that corner and stood with my back to the rink.

“Look dude,” I told him. “I ain’t after your girl, so knock off the bullshit. Yea, I know who you are Adrian.”

He tried to push me back and I just used my weight and size to keep him in place. “I said knock off the bullshit Adrian! If you want to skate with Mandy, ask her. Trust me, the worst she’ll do is say no.” I then smiled, and said “Of course she might also say yes, you never know. But I would knock off the attitude and realize she is a person, not a thing to be possessed. Calm down, chill out, and try talking to her like she is a person, and she might surprise you. Just acting like some creepy dude angry at anybody she talks to or skates with when you don’t have the balls to ask her yourself is just pathetic.”

I skated back a bit and gave him a smile. “Now I’m not going to fight you. What you do now is up to you, and only you. Don’t blame others for what you won’t do yourself.” And with that I saw Linda coming up so I turned away and took her hand and off we skated.

After that it was a less sullen and apparently more thoughtful Adrian I saw as I skated past. Each time I gave a small smile and a nod, and he seemed to lighten up a bit finally. At least the bumping stopped.

This time when it was Julie’s turn to skate with me, she grinned and said “Exotic, eh?”

I laughed, knowing that Kimmie had shared our conversation. It didn’t bother me, nothing I’d said to any of the girls was really in confidence. “Well, yea. Like I told your soul-sister there, guys are attracted to exotic. And while you are a bit exotic now, you are going to be even more so when you get older I bet.”

Head cocked, “Why’d ya say that?”

I made a bit of a show eyeing her breasts and saw her blush. “Do you have an older sister?”

“2 of them actually, and an older brother. I’m the baby of the family.”

“OK, now I have no idea of that, never met them. But let me guess, they are D to Double D. And mom is a Double D to Triple D, right?”

“How’d ya know that?”

“It’s simple genetics. Most of the time the girls tend to follow the female side of the family. That’s why we use productive milkers to make other milkers. And boys tend to follow the male line. That’s why for bulls we mate them with another large female in the hopes of getting another large bull. Don’t look at me like that, I took agriculture classes for 4 years before I moved here.

“But the same thing follows through in people. And you’re 14, and have a rack that would make a lot of High School girls jealous. And you’re still growing.” I made a bit of a production of examining her front and back (and she did have a nice ass) then said “And thin coltish girls tends to be the norm, right?” Nod again.

“Genetics. How bout your brother?”

“Oh, he follows after mom also. He plays basketball at CSUN. So you blew it there, dad is a bit shorter than her and built like a wrestler.”

“Nope, it’s just that your mom’s genes are dominant, that’s all. Plus genetically we guys tend towards being more muscular. Does your dad have darker hair?”

“Yea, he’s a medium brown, like yours.”

“And at least one of your siblings has that hair also, right?”

“Yea, my oldest sister.”

“Bingo. Generally at least 1 in 2 to 1 in 4 will show at least some obvious traits of the less dominant parent. Try going to a 4H or FFA meeting sometime, they can tell you all about it. Oh sure, they will be talking about rabbits, or sheep or cows, but it’s really the same thing.”

“So if you and Lind ever...”

I laughed, and said “Odds are if we had 4 k**s that were 2 of each, all of the k**s would average around 5’6” to 5’8”. Now I said average, but on the high side because height is generally a dominant gene. That’s genetic, bigger a****ls are more successful in the wild. Hair would be right in our range, but might even tend towards blond since that is what color my mom was. As far as body, who’s to say? But I can make some guesses about that.”

“Oh you can?”

“Sure.” Now it was time to put that lecture on teen titties to good use.

“Have you seen Linda ever without her shirt and bra on? Shower at school, or changing clothes or something?”

A slightly reluctant nod.

“OK, and you’ve seen her mom and sister. Her mom is a D, and her sister is on the upper B lower C range I would say. Now mind you, what I know about female breast development is purely theoretical.” That got me a naughty giggle, as I am sure she knew it was just a bit more than that.

“Linda is a ‘late bloomer’. She probably started her puberty later than the rest of you, right?” Nod. “That’s what I thought. I know she was almost 2 months premature, that tends to stunt growth, in addition to genetics. But notice how far out her breasts extend. They are like 2 rocket cones!”

Naughty giggle as she raised her other hand in front of her mouth.

“OK, well, the thing is that she is going to grow into those. Like a puppy has large paws, they will grow until the body matches the paws. That is why a breeder or vet will look at the paws of most young a****ls. They are over-sized, but can give an idea of their adult size. Linda pokes out a lot, but her breasts will grow around that, and I expect she will be about the size you are now when they are finally finished developing. You are a C, right?”

Embarrassed nod.

“Nothing to be ashamed of, it’s just biology. I used to raise rabbits when I was your age. And I had to make these gene charts to try and predict what the kits would look like. Yes, young rabbits are called kittens, or kits. And as they matured we would separate them and then decide which ones we would breed next.” I could see she was both embarrassed, and fascinated.

“Trust me, these are things every farm k** learns growing up. No, I did not actually live on a farm. It was a small family ranch and we rented out most of the land for cattle and hay. But a lot of my friends did. Seeing a bull mounting a cow or walking through the fields and seeing 2 rabbits going at it is common for us. You city girls think you know all about sex! But trust me, a country boy knows what the differences are and what goes where by the time we are 5. Imagine going to a county fair with a girl at 14, and walking through the ponies. And she points that the schlong on one of them is over 2 feet long, and says that he’s going to be a great stud in a couple of years. That’s what growing up in the country is like!

“And trust me, no city guy is ever going to get an inferiority complex like seeing his date talking about a horse dick that is bigger than his forearm.”

At this point we had gone 1 song over, but did not care. Julie was both bright red, and giggling like crazy. I bent down so she could kiss my cheek, then she whispered “From what Lind has told me, ya got no reason to feel inferior.” And with that I felt my baby take my hand in hers as I watched Julie’s bottom as she skated away.

“What was that all about?” she asked.

“Oh, we were just talking about genetics” I responded.

For the final couples skate, Linda was all mine, and I was all hers. She turned to face me and we talked quietly. It had been a great time with her, and I was sad the night would be ending for the night. I glanced over, and somewhat surprised I saw Adrian and Mandy skating hand in hand. On the second pass I made sure to catch his eye and gave him a thumbs up. He smiled and returned the gesture.

If this happened again while skating, I would have to give him the “big brother speech”, since I seem to have taken on that role somehow.

Dropping off the girls was the same as always. A big hug and a kiss on the cheek from each of them, then we were at Linda and Mandy’s place. Mandy had already gone in the apartment and Linda had just touched her lips to mine when we heard a rapping on the window. Linda rolled it down and Mandy asked for us to come in.

We went inside and Rosie shooed Mandy off to her room, and called us into the kitchen.

“It’s getting a bit to cold to be necking out in the car I think. So new house rule. You two can go into Linda’s room, with the door pushed all the way closed, but not actually shut. Let’s just say that in this house, the only plays allowed are to second base.” She raised her eyebrow at this, and Linda blushed and giggled.

“And yea, I’ve peeked at you in front a few times to make sure you were both OK. And not a word from you Miss, I am still your mother and I have a right to be protective. And from what I saw that was the limit in front of the house, so that’s the limit in the house. I won’t ask what you two have done elsewhere, and I don’t want to know. But if you two are just going to smooch you might as well do it where it’s warmer.”

Linda hugged her mom as I told her thank you, then Linda grabbed my hand and dragged me into her bedroom. Closing the door as allowed, I looked in her room for the first time.

I had caught glimpses before, but this was my first time inside. She had dark blue curtains, with various buttons every 6 inches or so. Rock bands, cartoon characters, there were all kinds. In one corner was her bed, a twin with a pink blanket and covered pillows on top. Her closet was half open and it had 2 rods that were full of clothes. A large dresser and small desk finished the furniture.

Linda turned on her stereo and tuned it to a soft pop station, then threw 2 pillows on the floor and pulled me down. I got on my back and she half laid on me as we spent the next 10 minutes just kissing as I caressed her arms and back. Finally, we came up for air and she asked if I wanted to share what I had talked with her friends about tonight. Both of our couples skates had gone into “overtime”, but she was curious, not jealous. I had a feeling she had talked some with them, but I was not sure how much.

“Well, with Kimmy it was about how we guys tend to see girls as familiar, exotic, and forbidden.” I then gave her a condensed version of what I had said earlier.

“So, I’m forbidden, eh?” she said with a twinkle in her eye.

“A bit, mostly because you’re a younger, and look even younger still. Exotic, because at that time I had only been here a couple weeks, and Valley Girls were all exotic to me. And familiar, because you were adorable, and I could see me introducing you to my dad.”

That got me some great kisses, for seeing her as familiar. Then more as exotic. And finally more kisses as forbidden. “It started because of that guy she skated with last week, Baron. She was wondering why he might be attracted to her since her boobs are smaller than Julie’s, and I explained that her being Asian might have something to do with it.

“Then with Julie, it actually was about genetics. I asked her a few questions, then made some pretty good guesses as to how her sisters and mother looked. And even a few other things.”

“Things?” Raised eyebrow. “And exactly what kind of things did you talk about, Peter?”

“Well, her breasts. Remember, I’m a country boy. Things like that are automatic to me.” I then largely repeated what I knew about genetics and raising rabbits and other farm a****ls.

I then looked and saw the door had not moved, and reached across and gently cupped her breast through her bra. Linda’s eyes half-closed and she snuggled into me a bit more.

And then I asked her if she had any idea what size she would finally be when she had finished growing. “Pete, I've already finished growing. I'm going to be short and have small boobs my entire life. If I’m lucky I might eventually be a B cup.”

I squeezed her and said “Nope, actually you’re not.” I then said most of what Holly had said to me several weeks before, adding some of what I suspected. And she nodded, she did indeed not even start to develop breasts until she was almost 12. Then within 9 months they had jutted from just bumps to pretty much what she had now.

“Well, you may not notice it, but I have. In the last few months they are starting to round out on the bottom. I will need to explore a bit more to follow their progress. But the point is, from your chest to the tip of your nipples, when you do fully grow into the protrusions you have now you will probably be a small C cup. And that follows along with your mom and sister as well. Although I think your sister may be a D when she’s fully grown.

“She just did a lot of her growing early, and now it’s going to slow down a lot. You’re the opposite I think. I think you will gain another 1, maybe 2 inches in height. And your boobs will grow a bit more, but now around instead of out. But it’s all genetics. So I was not k**ding about that at all.”

“Yea, but genetics and boobies with my best friend!” she exclaimed, then giggled.

After that we did some serious making out, with some caresses of chests, breasts, bottoms, and a little bit of thigh rubbing against thigh. But all fully clothed. It was still a delight to let my fingers pinch and caress her hard nipples, even if it was through blouse and bra. A few times I noticed Rosie peeking in the doorway, but we had only been talking (she had probably also peeked when we were not talking, but we had stayed within her rules). And with the angle we were lying on the floor I doubt that even if she looked she would not have seen more than my hand cupping her clothed breast.

Towards the end, Linda whispered into my ear “I’m sorry we couldn’t do more tonight Pete.”

“Why? I’m not. You should know by now I just like being with you. Everything else is nice, but it is not why I have you as my girlfriend. I love how you bite your lower lip. I love how every time I see you, you’re wearing something new. I love how we make each other laugh. And yea, I like holding you in my arms like this.”

With that we did some serious smooching before I glanced at the clock and saw it was almost midnight. Not wanting to press my luck I kissed her and said I hoped she would call me before she went to bed tomorrow night, and wished her a happy birthday.

I got a big kiss for that, and told her I would bring her present by in “a day or two”.

Linda walked me to the front door, and Rosie gave us both a smile as I kissed Linda and headed on home.