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"Sandy smiled sadly. "If he doesn't?" We'll deal with that then." So, first baseball game, huh?" Yeah. It's only really a scrimmage, but it is away, so you guys will need to take the bus home tonight." OK ... Derek?" Yeah?" I'm sorry you got stuck with this."Derek looked around the library and then he pulled Sandy close and he kissed her hard on the mouth.When he broke the kiss, he looked at her. "What happens to you happens to me. I'm not going to let some three-hundred pound tub of lard exploit the woman I love. If he gets in our way, I will take the son-of-a-bitch down."Suzanne hung around after school. Brett was in his prom committee meeting. When it wrapped up, Suzanne walked in and saw Brett and Connie talking. She had been miserable all day after witnessing the kiss. Now seeing the two of them together, something snapped."So please call me tonight. We have a lot to talk about," said Connie."I do have that other project I was telling you about," reminded BrettConnie smiled.. “What’s your name?”“Daphne Mercedes Walton,” she answered brightly. I shot a quick look up at Mercedes.“You know that lady?” I asked, pointing at my wife.Daphne nodded vigorously. “Aunt Mercedes... , “ she replied.“I think Aunt Mercedes needs a hug, too, don’t you?” I told her.The little four-year-old nodded again and raced to Mercedes. My wife bent over to pick up the youngster and the two of them hugged tightly.When I stood up, Stephanie walked into my arms, wrapped her arms around my waist and gave me a more thorough hug than she had before. “I missed you, Matt,” she murmured. She kissed me lightly on the lips, pulled me tight against her body, then deserted me and moved to Mercedes. The three females did a three-way hug for a long moment.A warning buzzer went off and the luggage carousel began moving along its serpentine path, carrying all the passenger’s belongings around for retrieval. Stephanie pointed out her and Daphne’s bags as they moved past so I could snatch them and.
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