She lets out a sigh through our locked mouths. My hand moved down as I seek a button. My fumbling hand somehow manages to loosen her buttons as her sh...rt hangs open in the front. I caught a glimpse of her lacy bra against her tanned complexion. Her taut belly was exposed to my eyes. She was the perfect specimen! I placed a hand on her stomach as she flinched from the sudden contact. I held my hand still as her stomach rose rhythmically in her hurried breathing. I started to slowly move my palm. ’ As I am hanging up the phone, I am chuckling to myself. I have known Rachel and Tom for quite a few years now. I thought for sure they’d be married by now but they keep telling their parents they don’t want to go there and aren’t looking for babies. However, they are very committed to each other. I am chuckling because of Rachel’s ‘friend’ remark. Either she is jealous of my single life or she feels a concern that I will remain a unattached. Rachel and sometimes even Tom seem to make it their. I thought I would never find out what was going on in Special Projects, and I wish I never did.I guess I had better introduce myself. My name is Allan Parsons. I grew up in a small town in southern Illinois. I went to school in Champaign, Illinois after a hitch in the Air Force. With a BS in Chemical Engineering, I began my career at BioGenCo. I was 27 years old when I started. That was four years ago. I?m thirty-one. Everyone says I don?t look it. Maybe that?s one of the effects of working. “Listen bitch,” sneered Doc, “I’ll be taking the girl, and unless you want yourself and your family, and your daughter, to be hurt and killed. You’ll let your girl go, as I promise you, you won’t like what comes before your death. The Jackson Boys have no problems hurting you all, especially the baby girl. If you think I’m sick, you have no idea what they are willing to do. So hand over the girl, and everything will be fine for you all.”Jessica wanted to fight for her daughter, what mother.