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1988 began quite well, and the year just seemed to fly by. Marsha's new romantic relationship didn't quite pan out, nor did the one after it, but she was back in the game to stay and by the end of the year had a new steady boyfriend, Jeff, that seemed to suit her well enough that she often now sometimes spent nights at his home. Despite all odds, I found that I liked him and we got along well together.

He was a member of The Church and was a nudist at home, but always wore clothes when visiting our house. I just never could get into the whole nudism thing and my pasty white skin virtually never saw the sun, but I didn't begrudge anything that made someone else happy in their own life. Now that I was eating regular meals again I was also putting back on weight and was getting very self-conscious of that, but not quite enough to diet.

They stayed together for several years, but she never quite 'moved in' with him although her clothes were about evenly scattered between the two houses fairly quickly. She also sometimes 'forgot' what house she was in, and I got a good many looks at a very pretty naked Marsha walking down the hall or into the kitchen before she'd laugh and go put on a robe. I swear, sometimes I think she even did it on purpose!

Don't say it -- I was an idiot in those days!

This year also saw the genesis of my first and possibly favorite game 'series', and I owed it all to Olivia and Ashley. They were playing together one Friday night right after dinner and Marsha had gone out for the evening with Jeff. I was sitting in the living room rather low on ambition and reading a graphics manual while listening to the girls play. To my surprise their conversation seemed more and more interesting than my book and soon I was listening to them with fascination.

It seemed one of their dolls, "the Princess", needed to get on a horse and ride to get help for her father the King, but something was always going wrong, and some last piece she needed always remained missing. It was an elaborate story telling plot that the girls were concocting and the Princess had to do a great many quests and gather many necessary things first before she could actually ride off to save her father.

It all clicked to me at once. A graphic 'Quest' story that both boys and girls could enjoy that didn't involve much (if any) hacking and slaying of nasty monsters to complete. Solving riddles and getting helpful information from other game characters would be far more important than slaying dragons or leaving a battlefield covered with dead Orcs. By their bedtime, I had the entire storyline worked out in my head, and I started coding a rough modular outline of all of the individual quest steps. I worked all night long without a break until Marsha returned the next morning. She loved the new concept and, with the help of the girls, created a map for me that contained all of the locations that would be travelled to in the game, all the necessary 'clues' and important characters with the information essential to complete the different quest stages. Finally we ran everything by Olivia and Ashley to make sure that the game's plot pathing was all directly linear and easy enough for a child of eight to twelve to follow.

Now the serious programming began as I created a 3D modeled world, very rough but 'state of the art' for the time, and slowly the game took shape. The hardest part of course was the 3D graphics, the tools available to me were not that sophisticated and I soon began to grumble about wanting to create my own 'graphics engine' and manipulation tools instead.

The game took six months to code, and that only really covered about a third of our original plot outline. No matter, I had something done to show for my twelve to eighteen hours a day of programming during this time, and it was a game I was very, very proud of.

Marsha pulled out all of the stops and found a local artist to paint us a box cover and a pretty piece of fantasy art to be used for the advertising. I asked Marsha to create a 1/4 page ad proof for "Princess Quest", but the result was so pretty that we sent it out as an outrageously expensive full page ad for several of the new computer game magazines. This expense once again nearly bankrupted us and almost forced us into eating Ramen noodles once again, but if anyone cared they didn't mention it.

That done, I launched into another ten months of creating "Princess Quest II" that continued the next third of the story. I could have done it a bit faster except SVGA video (1024x768 with 256 colors and up to 2Mb of video memory) had been launched and I had to redo a big chunk of my modified graphics engine. Prettier and more beautiful is always better.

PQ-I was an overnight sensation, and probably broke all sales records for a 'self published' computer game. The industry reviews of the game were all fabulous, with the words 'genius' and 'truly unique' often repeated by each reviewer. We didn't win 'Game of the Year', or sell the most game boxes, but many folks wrote to us expressing their love for our game.

Our part-timers were soon back with us, and we were able to give our local printing shop in Lovett nearly all of the work they could handle for a few months just churning out game boxes, maps and the documentation booklet.

We started to get letters of inquiry from software distribution companies asking if we were interested in having a publication and distribution deal for retail stores. I wasn't sure, but Marsha thought that the days of self-publishing software were pretty much over. It was decided that we would split the difference. We continue to design and print the game materials (to help keep our local print shop in business) but we would allow PQ-II to be distributed solely via normal retail channels and 'see what happens'. We would make much less money per box, but maybe we'd sell a whole lot more boxes. Lower Gross but maybe high Net profits, and that is exactly what happened. PQ-II sold over ten times as many boxes as the original had done.

At last I could quit my 'day job' for good, and I bought Marsha a new car to replace the one she had sacrificed to keep the company afloat when times were hard. For the first time we now had money to go along with our ideas for company growth.

Now we were no longer worried about rent and grocery money, the question started to emerge about what to do with all of this money that was coming in now faster than we could spend it. I bought the house we had been renting for all of these years and dropped a chunk into getting her all fixed up like a proper Victorian painted lady. The small cellar was enlarged to become my main office and programming area for all of my computers. I now had about six and was adding new ones as fast as Compaq could release a newer and faster model. Besides the car I'd bought Marsha, I'd even bought one for myself, a midsized 4WD SUV to handle the piss poor local County roads that could become dangerous quickly in bad weather.

I dutifully started work on PQ-III but the game was really becoming larger than I could now handle alone. I really now needed some programming assistance, but none of the kids locally had the necessary skills as the local high school just had a few tired Apple's and an old 286 computer. As a gift from Marsha and myself jointly, we bought a dozen good Compaq 386/25's for the high school to establish a computer training lab and after-school computer club, and we donated another group of cheaper 386/20's to both the local elementary and middle School so that the youngsters could have an early start at gaining some computer skills.

This was undoubtedly the best money we ever spent. It didn't pay off immediate returns of course, but it set the stage for Lovett to eventually become one of the most 'wired' towns in the country. For help now, I would have to look elsewhere.

We placed a small help wanted ad around some of the bigger BBS's (sort of the popular public precursor to the Internet - local computer 'Bulletin Boards' where a few users with modems could log in at one time and chat, share files or leave messages for each other). Nearly overnight we started to get resumes from all over the country. We picked out the three best and paid for them to travel down and visit us, and picked two of them to join us as full time employees. Money was relatively unimportant to these newcomers, they just wanted to be able to 'create'. We gave them the opportunity for both.

Dennis, the older of the two, was a better analytical coder than I was and soon handled the lions share of the main programming. He followed my notes for exactly how I wanted the games code modules set up and 99% of the timed churned out exactly what I wanted. The other 1% of the time he usually came up with something better. He was young and barely out of college, tall and extremely thin and wasn't especially sociable; he just lived to code. When he started to 'discover girls', especially the cute, very underdressed ones we had no shortage of here locally, his social skills and manners began to improve.

Clyde, called "Barker" by everyone, was a short roly-poly and flamboyantly happy kid straight out of high school that seemed to be a graphics genius, and instantly had dozens of ideas on how to improve our limited and rather basic graphics design tools. It was too late to change much of PQ-III, but I bought a couple of huge chalkboards for the walls of the basement and we started to plan out what we could do differently for PQ-IV. Barker, despite his youth and lack of an impressive male physique, was a natural babe magnet and soon developed an outrageous and very full social life. He didn't work the insane hours that Dennis and I tended to put in, but his work somehow got 'done' right when it had to be. What more can you ask?

A final new addition came a few months later, literally walking right into our front door. Erica was a want-to-be computer artist and had an excellent portfolio of superb conventional "fantasy" style art. She had driven down to see us from her home in Indiana on virtually no sleep. She didn't have the computer 'experience' we would have preferred, but no one else we had found yet really did either. We took her on-board 'on trial' and she slept mostly on the couch. Dennis and Clyde were sharing the last available bedroom. She learned the necessary skills fast, and contributed enough interesting new ideas that PQ-IV actually turned into quite a different new game entirely.

This new game "PQ-IV: Roger, the Squire" was in much of the same vein as the first PQ trilogy, and took place in the same Kingdom and shared many of the same cast of characters. In fact, this time it was the Princess who was now missing, and undoubtedly much in need of rescue, which the poor bumbling and hapless Squire managed to do in three annual installments, concluded by a Royal Wedding at the end of PQ-VI, as he eventually won the fair Princess's hand and heart.

The girls, getting older every day it seemed, provided the bulk of this new plot line and created many of the sometimes hilarious side adventures. Clyde and I developed a new 3D graphics engine to power this series that took twice as long as we had hoped, but looked in the end about twice as good as we had expected. RtS was a little late getting to our Publisher and we missed the crucial Christmas delivery window to the retail stores, but it didn't matter much at the end. RtS outsold any of our previous PQ titles and won for us our first serious 'Game of the Year' award.

This was the first and last gaming industry show that I would go to for a very long time. If Marsha hadn't been at my side keeping me from running away, I probably would have. I was treated as if I was a rock star, but I didn't know at all how to react. I felt like a small boy dressed up in my fathers best suit wearing shoes several times too large for me. I think it was my appearance at this computer industry trade show that created the lasting public image of me as the 'eccentric and reclusive genius that was very ill at ease with fame and fortune.' I wouldn't at all argue with this.

They were probably exactly correct. Other than my daughter and co-workers, I had no one to share the little joys and triumphs of my life with. I had found out some time before that Becky had finally divorced from Tony (his short NFL career was now over and was considered to be very much an utter failure) and she was living back at home with her mother. I didn't see her on any of my very irregular visits home, but Olivia did go over to her grandmother's house a few times to visit, and we did speak together a few times on the phone. She was doing 'better' and trying to get her life straight. She was back at the local Junior College and hoping to get a better job as a secretary or something in business after graduation in a year or two.

I wished her well and offered her a little financial assistance if she would accept it, which she gratefully did. Our old times together were not discussed, and that seemed to leave a huge hole right in the center of our conversations, as if each of us wanted very badly to speak of things that we dared not do. I think Olivia and her mother spoke a bit more freely, and the two of them would phone at least monthly now to 'catch up', but Olivia would rarely offer me any details of their conversations. My hurt feelings aside, for the way I had been treated, Becky was still my daughter's mother and Olivia wanted her to have at least a small place in her life.

About this same time, Marsha's long term relationship with Jeff seemed to run its course, highlighted by some sort of disagreement that occurred at the big Lovett Fall Harvest festival on Halloween day. I was not present, but Ashley supposedly was. She naturally told Olivia, who eventually gave me a few very censored account of the details. Supposedly, Marsha had sat for a Fortune Telling reading with Sarah Hampton, Lovett's beloved fabric store and quilt shop owner, and was told a great number of very unsettling things.

That was definitely mistake number one. Anyone with an ounce of common sense knew that Sarah wasn't a 'fake', and while she didn't have the powers that her own mother had allegedly possessed, anything that she predicted would be very, very likely to occur. For the locals, it was very much a case of never asking Sarah any question that you really didn't want to hear the answer for. I liked Sarah a lot, and knew that her gift was erratic and not entirely dependable, but even I had the sense never to ask her anything beyond what the next day's weather was likely to be. Sarah very much had her principles and never volunteered anything that was not directly and specifically solicited from her.

Her oldest daughter Lorelai didn't have her gift at all (she was already quite troubled enough with other problems) and neither did her youngest daughter Susan, who was the happiest young lady I have ever met in my life. To hear her laugh and joke you would never know that she had been in a wheelchair since she was 10 years old (hit on her bike by a car that ran a stop sign). Lorelai's daughter, Sarah's granddaughter, Lucy, was just a toddler but allegedly she already showed signs of being 'extremely fey'.

Marsha split with Jeff fairly abruptly afterwards, and by the following spring he was engaged and soon married to a nice gal that worked at the horse riding stable on the nudist colony near the beach. She moved the rest of her things back into our house to stay and announced that she was 'done with romance for a while', and later gently rebuffed my one vague attempt for us to go out on a date of our own together.

We already had one 'office romance' as Dennis looked up from his monitor one day to realize that Erica was indeed the prettiest woman that he had ever beheld before. Their romance was fairly hesitant, sometimes comically so, as neither of them possessed much in the way of interpersonal skills. They resolved to try and learn some together, and soon they were very much attached at the hip. Clyde cheerfully gave up his half of the bedroom and took over the sofa, and let Dennis and Erica share the bedroom together. They're a complicated couple and enjoy a bit a drama in their relationship, but they seem to fit each other perfectly and I don't think anyone has ever heard either of them utter a single word in anger to the other.

*****

By 1994, the company had grown way beyond our house. We now had ten full time employees and another dozen or so part-timers that handled the oddball stuff so everyone could remain focused on their core responsibilities. We currently had two very successful game franchises, and a number of smaller games that each added new little pieces of the 'World' we had created. Olivia and Ashley were now young teenagers and were also virtually full time employees themselves, when not in school.

Olivia had become our 'Keeper of the Keys'; she was the last and final word for what was 'canon' and established game lore for our gaming world. She compiled the master list of every in-game character that players could ever possibly meet, and created for each of them an unique identity, giving each motives (good and not so good) and possibly a secret or two for players clever enough to ask the right questions to discover.

Ashley was the more visual of the two, and soon she was Erica's shadow and learning all there was to know about computer artwork. She became our Art Director and her opinion about a games 'look and feel' was usually the last and final vote. More than once, we tore up thousands of hours of development on a game to fix things until they became 'just right'. Her instincts were very good, and in the long run everything was much better than it otherwise would have been otherwise.

We needed a bigger workspace, a real office where everyone could work without being all crammed in like sardines next to each other. I sent Marsha off to do some office hunting, but there really wasn't much available. Lovett has never been filled with big commercial office buildings, and I think the tallest structure in the city is the City Hall/County Office/Courthouse building that is just four stories tall. Nothing on the Town Centre was large enough, and that mostly left us with the idea of either buying another larger house or else having a brand new building constructed. Everyone grumbled, but no one had the perfect solution, so we decided to suffer in silence for awhile longer.

We also had the problem that we were now a multi-million dollar company, but we were being run like it was still just the four of us. It was getting to the point that all of Marsha's time was being spent doing administration and I was spending more time talking to our CPA and our business attorney than I was doing actual game development. In theory, my job was to 'create concepts' and flowchart a modular software design for the game that the others would then complete into a working game, and I was getting less and less done, and feeling far from creative whenever I got the chance to do it. There was a solution to this, but I was not at all sure I'd like it. Everyone agreed though we needed some sort of 'professional management'.

I called a company meeting of everyone, including the part-timers, and we exhaustively listed all of the pros and cons of bringing in some more outsiders to help manage things at the expense of maybe losing some of our previous independence. The listing of the Pro's ended up being much longer than the negative. In theory, we could have full time administration being handled by folks who were trained (and hopefully good at it), leaving the 'creative' folks free (and hopefully inspired) to be more inventive.

We just had to make sure that the new people would fit in well with our rather peculiar company culture, let alone able to deal with the normal weirdness of Lovett. We needed smart, but mentally (and morally) flexible folks, and that seemed to be a hard combination to find.
We ran a small advertisement in the Wall Street Journal) looking for a MBA to handle our business affairs along with a CFO that could take over our accounting (which was now way beyond my ability as just a former bookkeeper to deal with). We got a flood of resumes, but most of the applicants were obviously 'too corporate' for our tastes, but a couple did stand out from the pile. We selected the most promising ten and mailed a long questionnaire that we had devised that was intended for us to better scope out their management styles. The winner, by far, was a videotape that we received from a couple of young graduates with the ink still wet on their MBA and CPA diplomas.

Thomas and Justin were old childhood friends who had grown up playing our early Apple, Commodore and PC games and loved what we were doing and insisted that they would almost work for us for free, if hired. Each gave a long interview in which they talked about what they liked very much about our games, but also offering some suggestions for how they would recommend we should grow for the future. Most of those ideas were very good ones and agreed in principle with things we'd already discussed earlier in our company meetings.

We held another company meeting and I played the full tape of this interview for everyone, so they could decide if we wanted to give this kids a shot at managing us. It was unanimous; we had our new CEO and CPA.

That afternoon I gave them a call asking when they could come down for a final interview, and I was told their bags were already packed and we'd see them in about three days. This final interview was just a formality and we welcomed Thomas and Justin into our family. Well, actually, they also both had lovely and talented wives that nearly immediately started work for us as well.

Thomas became our CEO and overall business guru and his wife Roberta took over all of the HR duties and did a superb job. Justin was a brilliant CPA and became our Chief Financial Officer and his wife Mia soon become our Director of Sales and Marketing, which she was obviously a genius at.

Marsha gladly gave up all of her existing duties and become our Senior Vice President and Director of Special Projects, her main job being our 'coordinator between management and talent'. She was the one who knew what everyone else was doing and made sure that all problems got passed up and down the chain and personally saw to it that everything was handled and resolved properly.

I retained my nominal title of President of the company, but my working title was closer to Chief Software Designer. 99% of my time could once again now be spent being creative, and I was soon starting to enjoy every single minute of it.

Once we reorganized ourselves, the paperwork for the next few months was a bit of a nightmare. Technically, Black Software Enterprises (our company name) was really just a limited partnership between Marsha and myself. We now needed to form a proper LLC Corporation with a business address other than my personal home. Fortunately, they had a suggestion for that long standing problem that the rest of us had not considered. On the southeastern edge of town there was an abandoned office/warehouse structure that was long closed and empty. With some relatively simple remodeling we could use this as our main corporate office. Behind the office area on the next street was the old large long closed two-story warehouse building which could be redeveloped into large airy offices for all of the development staff, with just a quick walk across the street to pass between the two areas. It wasn't perfect, but it was the best idea anyone had come up with so far, and I agreed.

We bought these properties and moved our corporate management in nearly immediately. I had a nice corner window office that had a nice view of county road leading into town from the beach, but frankly I never used it much. It took a bit longer and a whole lot more money than was expected to refurbish the warehouse into something everyone was happy with that didn't look as much like an old warehouse. It wasn't quite 'Termite Terrace', but the place still showed its age. Everyone took to working while wearing speaker headphones to block the sounds of construction that lasted much of the year, and the renovation wasn't considered 'done' until after Thanksgiving, by which time our number of employees had once again doubled (and would double yet again every year for the rest of the decade).

I designed a large office space for myself upstairs in a far corner of the warehouse that was completely covered on all walls with whiteboards, where I marked notes and comments constantly for our growing listing of games in development and included a small conference table for the brief morning meetings for the head coding staff for each project. It got to the point where folks would just stick their head inside my door take a look at my latest scribbles and run off to their own computers with their work instructions given. This left Clyde and myself more time to focus on our needs for the future and design ever improved graphical engines.

Dennis was, in theory, now our Chief Coder, but he really had no interest or aptitude for supervising other programmers. We gave him the tricky parts to figure out and let everyone else pretty much report directly to Marsha if there were any problems, and those were rarely ever major ones. With no one actually really cracking a whip, things could be very loose in the "Barn" as we soon called our new home, as we could never really get it heated or cooled properly in any season.

Nearly right from the very start. the corporate dress code started to become extremely casual; in fact once we discovered that the Barn technically fell into the land designated as part of the nudist area, some areas started to quickly become 'clothing optional', especially in the warmer summer months. At first, I worried that this could become a legal problem as we started to get more female employees, but no one but me seemed to think so. Roberta assured me that we were legally covered and protected and to go do something useful other than worrying. Pretty soon, Fridays were designated as 'Pajama Day' and the guys wore boxers with hearts on them (or nothing at all), while the ladies tended to wear lingerie, which was more and more revealing and outrageous as time passed. Productivity on Fridays probably wasn't very good, but we had great employee morale.

I gave up worrying and made sure the 'Sunny' stickers got posted by all of the main doors, letting folks know there were probably some nude folks running around and cavorting about, and I gave up entirely trying to worry it.

*******

Our new 'Corporate Overlords' as the development folks called our new Management, started to earned their keep nearly immediately. Our next retail distribution contract was much more lucrative, and our money was being more wisely spent. Also now for the first time we now had an effective marketing plan that presented our company in a fun but professional manner to the gaming industry and our public. While our payroll continued to increase, our revenues increased even faster.

I soon let Thomas and Mia handle all of our tradeshow events and mercifully I was now mostly entirely out of the public spotlight. Roberta was masterful at finding just the right people and gave preference to local 'homegrown' talent rather than hiring outsiders. Certain we could trust her judgment, we soon gave her full and final hiring authority without needing mine or Marsha's input.

There was only one decision Roberta ever made that I disagreed with, but I did not overrule her. She hired Becky as her assistant and gave her the responsible of handling our company benefits package. I'll explain this situation in a moment.

I guess now is as good a time as any to mention one of the reasons why Thomas, Roberta, Justin and Mia fell instantly in love with our town and bonded so closely and quickly with everyone. They were all swingers, and had been 'sharing their love together' since their college days. They together bought a large house of their own, another lovely Victorian that needed "rescuing" which was on the same street as mine, and made no secret of the fact that they all shared the same bedroom. Furthermore, Roberta and Mia were openly bisexual, and anyone who preferred not to become embarrassed soon learned to knock and wait before entering any shut door that both women were behind. I made that mistake once by entering right after a brief knock and caught them frantically occupied in a 69 position, eating out each other right on top of Mia's desk.

I discovered that my ex-wife Becky had joined the company not too long afterwards, suddenly and with considerable surprise on one Pajama Friday morning when I walked over to our main office to ask Roberta about a quick payroll question. Stepping into her office, I found her and Becky both wearing tiny teddie nightgowns with a nearly transparent robe over them. Dark outlines of nipples were easily visible. I was used to seeing Roberta's rather nice dark nipples by now, but the sight of my ex-wife's barely clothed body threw me for a terrible loop. I backed out and left immediately and, when I found I couldn't concentrate at all in my office, I went home to sulk and stayed there in a grouchy mood all weekend.

Marsha eventually knocked on my office door the next Monday and we had a long and very personal chat, the likes of which we had never had before. She dropped the A-Bomb right way and with little preamble.

"You still love her, don't you?" The truth was I didn't know anymore.

Part of me was still fifteen years old and wanting to take her back into my arms and forgive her once more, but the rest of me (the darker cynical thirty-four year-old part) knew that to trust her yet again would be asking for more heartbreak later. She had betrayed me, and on several occasions. My heart wanted her but my head couldn't trust her one little bit. I was at an emotional impasse, and no longer knew what I wanted to do about much of anything.

I had one pet project I really wanted to get finished and then I thought I'd maybe take a vacation and try to get myself straightened out. Marsha liked the sound of that, and we had a good long hug together. Then she gave me a very lingering kiss on the forehead that I thought I could still feel an hour later when I finally felt able to concentrate on getting some work done.

My current big master project, the work of several years, seemed patently impossible. I wanted to a huge 3D rendering of our entire kingdom world, where there was not just one possible quest outcome, but players could choose their own destiny out of hundreds of possible opportunities. Many players might want to hack and slash, slaying monsters and become a heroic knight guardian of the Kingdom. Some might instead seek to learn magic and become famed wizards or sorceresses to help serve the Kingdom in other ways. Others might prefer a life of a skilled trade; never once lifting a virtual hand in violence.

I wanted a world with limitless capabilities, and even for the possibility of other players being able to dial in on a modem to the host player's computer and for friends to be able to adventure as a group together. The Internet was out there, waiting to be used but few people had heard of it and even fewer had the simple easy to use software to access it. That changed with Windows 95, and we ripped up whole chunks of code to allow remote multi-player game play via the Internet.

It set everything back (including my vacation) for at least a year... but it was worth every minute of the wait.

By the early spring of 1997, "The Kingdom of Blackwood" was 98% finished, and my work was more or less done. Only bug fixes, on-line play glitches and the final user documentation remained to be completed before we could release the game for public on-line Beta testing. Tom and Mia were chomping at the bit to promote this anticipated blockbuster and had made arrangements with our distributer to launch the game in two months at the huge E3 Convention in Vegas.

I had just one task left to do before my vacation break, and it involved a promise I had made to Olivia at Christmas.

Before Christmas, Olivia and I had taken a weekend trip to Houston so she could shop until she dropped at the Galleria, and she had seen a billboard for a DNA testing service with the words, "Who's the Daddy?" Frankly, this was a question that had begun to bother us both, and for Olivia, being a normal and healthy angst-struck 15 year-old girl, this was now very much the burning question in her head. Was I really her genetic father?

Frankly, I did not want to know the answer, as there was no conceivable 'good news' that could result from it. I truly believed that the probable news would be that the asshole Tony had been her sperm donor, and that I had spent my life raising the child of the man who had cuckolded me. I wasn't sure how my ego would take that, but I had made a promise.

We went to the lab and both gave blood, and now two months later the results were sitting in a sealed envelope on my desk. The envelope, in fact, had been on my desk for several weeks, but I could not bring myself to open it. Now that I had absolutely nothing meaningful left to do before my trip, I had no choice but to open it, which I eventually forced myself to do. I couldn't understand most of what it said for the first two pages of lab results, but the concluding paragraph summed it up succinctly. The odds of Olivia being my genetic daughter were so small as to be nearly astronomical. Tony was Olivia's natural father.

It was exactly what I feared.

I resealed the results and wrote a short note to Olivia, put the papers into a new envelope and put it on the top of Olivia's desk. She was at high school at the moment, but normally came into work every afternoon afterwards. She and Ashley were starting to discover boys and sometimes now got a bit delayed on the way here.

I had to look up the phone number in the company directory, as I had never dialed her up before, and for the first time I called Becky at her desk. I told her of the lab results and that Olivia was likely to be very upset and hurt for a while. I told Becky I was now going on vacation and Marsha had already made arrangements to watch after Olivia (she and Ashley being utterly inseparable), but that 'she would be needing her mother' and for her to please be there for her now. I hung up without saying goodbye, but I did give Marsha a sad hug farewell, telling her I'd keep in touch, but this vacation "just might be a long one."

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