<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BFFF"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Jerry Dawson</span></span></span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/52369226-3528-4ca1-91bb-aab87f83ff6d_zpsf1eea54c.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Jerry could hear how proud Ivy was of her daughter Isabella. Unlike many young single moms he had met in his profession she didn't look on her kid as a burden, as something that destroyed her life. No, Ivy obviously loved her daughter dearly and she would do anything to make her happy. Jerry stroked her wild black mane softly, thinking about if there was a chance that he might be able to get her deleted from the CPS files. That would be the best for Ivy - and for him. If he could ask Samantha to either take her from the register or if that wasn't possible to assign her to somebody else, it would be really great and wouldn't hinder their relationship. It would be the first thing he would do when he was back at work. Ivy didn't belong into the category of bad mothers harming their kids. She was a shining example of a single mother loving her kid like nothing else in the world. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"You truely love your little girl, Ivy. Everyone can hear that in your voice and it is good. I have seen dozen of opposite examples in my work, you can believe me. It sounds like she is coming very close after you and not at all after her father...I mean, she being a clever girl and not a dumbass. You are too, Ivy. If it really works out with us and your little girl finds some stability in us, then you should think about finishing your high school. You deserve better than to serve drinks to horny guys. And I think you would like to turn your life around. And your mom would be probably proud of you then...I can't imagine that she is overly happy with your profession right now."</span><br/><br/>Jerry's finger moved softly over her warm body, trailing small figures on the salty skin. He followed the outline of her spine down to her round ass and back up over the side brushing lightly against her breast before disappearing under her long hair and tickling the short hairs in her neck. He could play like that for hours with her, he really enjoyed it and never got tired of it. And with Ivy it was even more fun as he knew that she was a very special young woman.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"My brother's daughter is four and a half, a little tomboy and a real cutie. She got the freckles and the reddish-auburn hair of her mother and you can't be mad at her when she grins at you. She is feeling very important right now and as her mom had always corrected her and told her that she shouldn't do this and that, she is now correcting us uncles and aunts and my parents all the time whenever we say something we aren't supposed to say. It is so cute when this little girl suddenly stands in front of you, one hand on her hip, the other one wiggling the index finger and she says in an imitated parents voice 'No, no, no, you can't say that!'. And if we burst out in laughter she pouts and stomps her foot. It's so funny, but I really love her. Me and my little sister are her favourite relatives and whenever the family takes a walk, I always have to carry her on my shoulder. I can imagine her and your Isabelle together...that would be quite a handful."</span></div>