Dane smiled and broke off a piece of his

Dane smiled and broke off a piece of his pancake, putting it on his daughter’s plate. She produced a fork like David Copperfield and started the dissection. I could tell she’d

come prepared. Smart as a whip she was, my little, Annie. She must have put the fork up her sleeve will her mother packed her overnight bag. It is my weekend with Annie and we

would usually spend it trolling hipster bars and picking up emo guys for torrid weekend affairs. Annie was the best wingman I'd ever had at this task as she was a master at

giving them just enough ruffies so they'd be mostly conscious but wouldn't remember a thing. Annie (previously Andrew) also

did not know that the Roofie Salesman had accidentally mixed them up with the Horse Andrenaline pills. Soon they were

waking up in the middle of the Churchill Downs, with no recollection of how they had got there, other than a hazy memory of wine, women, and a flat-out sprint against a grey

an audience with the Queen & her ravishing Ladies in Waiting. But it was a trap. Comte de Rochefort & Cardinal Richelieu's guards dressed in hoop skirt dresses waylayed them in

some kind of ethnic historical hootenanny. It was hard to say, as this occurred far before this one's birth, so the validity of its occurrence was highly suspect, like the quality

of his diapers, judging by the smell.