Maybe a lot.” He reached out and gently stroked the baby’s cheek, feeling the downy fuzz of the newborn infant. “He’s a beautiful boy, Beth.�... She nodded. “You must hate me.” He bent down so that he could look into her eyes, seeing the pain, sadness, and embarrassment there and on her tear-streaked face. “Hate you? No, Beth, I could never do that. You’re the woman I love – the only woman I’ve ever really loved, I think, and the mother of my children. This can’t change that.” He leaned forward. On a couple of occasions she had even invited James and I to attend a party they were going too. We had never gone, but had talked about it on numerous occasions. James had expressed some curiosity and I had to admit I was curious also. Nicky was lightly stroking my hair and then running her hand down my side sliding just under the comforter to my hips were my t shirt stopped and skin began, and then up my back to my neck. Her hands were warm and soft. I just laid there relaxed and let her. I know where children come from and there's more of them up there. Children are NOT our country's future ... they're our downfall.Since the area was over run with cats, there were no rats, or mice. One of the kittens crept from it's mother's basket on the end of the porch, drawn by the smell of sweet creamed coffee from my shattered cup. It licked up as much of the spill as it could get at easily.I noticed the sound of the broken china sliding around on the porch, bent down and picked up the. But they were much, much faster than me. Fortunately, they both tripped over the same tree root and I was able to make my escape. But as I ran around the corner, I lost my footing and fell into... COSMIC PLOT HOLE(tm)!I awoke, tied to a bed. Both my arms were tied with square knots, while my feet were fastened with half-hitches. Where the rope or the bed or me came from, I do not know. The room itself was extremely feminine. The walls were all pink, and the bed was a frilly cotton lace. I felt.