... I woke up to find Beth cuddled up next to me and she was crying softly? I assumed that she wasn't upset and was happy because women sometimes cr... when they are happy and that's OK.I pushed Beth's long hair behind one ear and kissed her face. "It's alright, Beth, cry all you want, I love you too." I lay there hugging her and stroking her beautiful hair, which was wavy now that the curls had relaxed."You know why I'm crying?" She asked, somewhat surprised. "I'm sorry I woke you, how did. "You didn't leave a number," I said with a smile."I didn't?" she said, blushing. "Oh damn, I hate those things. I always get so tongue tied." It's ok; I can come back some other time if you want," I said."I was going home, but if you could sort it please, I'll hang around," she said."Lead the way," I said and she did after locking the door behind us. She went ahead, my eyes watching a large if shapely rear tapering down to well-muscled legs and pale chunky calves gently swaying with each step,. Home," she began. "Juan Ramirez, age eleven, was taken to the Saskatoon center by his impostor parents. He said that he and his sister, Juanita, age ten, were present when their parents were gunned down by their parents' drug supplier during a home invasion. The brother and sister were separated; Juanita was presented for treatment to the Toronto healing center."We've since learned that Juan and Juanita were sexually molested as payment for drugs for their addicted parents. Both children were. Aren't you?" I'm not sure." Not sure? Are you telling me you WANTED to be pregnant?" I am curious. I wonder what a child you and I conceive would be like." So, now you're disappointed." A bit. I'm also guilty ... a bit." Guilty?" Paul ... I know I conceived." How can you possibly know?" I just know. The implantation failed. I know that, too. It's why my period was late and why it's heavier than usual." And you think if you had done something differently, you'd be pregnant now?" I have nagging.