What happens in Vegas
Dad raised me pretty well, and when I was five he married a very nice lady named Phyllis. I never called her Mom or anything, but the three of us did pretty well. When I was 12, they had a kid of their own, my little sister Denise. We were so far apart in age that we never got very close, but we always got along fine before I went off to college. During junior high, while I watched Phyllis enjoying her new infant, I had some desire to track down my birth mother, but then I remembered that...