My Step Mom arrived on the scene several years ago from the East Coast. I knew my dad was going to be a happy man from then on, and you can be sure he was. Annette was her first name, but she went by Anne. She tried very hard to be accepted by my sister and me. I remember fondly when I used to play basketball with her; my waist brushing against her behind and her girlish smile, as she would score the occasional hoop on me.
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