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"I don't even remember what half of them looked like. I have no idea whose sperm won the race to claim the egg that built that boy. He's wonderful. Like you. You be his father. He will love you. I already love you." Marcus's central body temperature was at a level that could melt glass and Shannon was just reduced to groaning at this point. But from that groan emerged, "He's married. He is married, Nora. He is already a good father and a loving husband," she went on as Marcus's brain just sizzled. He could not hide the change in his lap as Nora patted it and sighed, "What a waste." "I'll say," Mac heaved. "More coffee, Shannon?" Nora offered. "Sure," looking at Mac's lap, "Hard to hide that emotion, huh?" "This was your idea, Shannon," he reminded. Great conversation ensued and the passed years for all three were rehashed, the children and especially the special children. Nora was very wealthy from playing her looks, and more so from her investments that she uncannily made by instinct. "I feel them, here," holding her breasts. Shannon laughed, "I guess I don't have enough RAM in mine for investment programming." The ride back home seemed over in a flash, even though it was riddled with laughter induced wrong turns and missed landmarks. The next cafeteria gathering was abuzz with the details of this happening. The oh shit's, oh come-on's and other pretensions of disbelief that really communicated tell me more were silenced by the Polaroid pictures Nora took and had Marcus and Shannon take before they left for home. And, of course, a photo of young Marcus. "Imagine being weaned on those..."