“Still do” he said, his brown eyes locking with mine. He wore a black beany, black skinny jeans and a band t-shirt. “What ballshit!” I said, I...knew he had run back to me time and time again but that didn’t make him in love with me I thought it was just the sex.“It’s true” he said, throwing his fag out the window, he came and sat next to me. I put my head on his shoulder.“No you just want my body” I said looking up at him, my words slurred. “Kitty, I love you” he said, his voice serious. He. " I'm not! I was only joking. I'm not pregnant. I don't think so, anyway."She dodged the flying pillow and giggled as she escaped into the kitchen."Little madam," Ethel laughed. "Not so little." She finished the last of the bacon sandwich and wiped her fingers on Russ's chest hair. "I wonder what will happen, if I'm really pregnant. What about my chest, I mean?" Happen to it?" Won't I get bigger? I can start wearing a bra again, now you're back, but if I get bigger, Sally's aren't going to fit. .." Sail out into the Gulf, get to see the sunset unimpeded by man, walk the beaches somewhere." She smiled. "ANd then we can buy a house, furnish it for the two of us and whatever offspring we decide to produce. And a cat. I would like a cat." She'd seen me playing with a cat one day at a shop we visited. "But right now I would like breakfast."Now you need to know that I have several modes of food prep on the boat. Most of the time, though, on overnights and weekends, my mode is "instant. ” He sank his other knee on the bed and had to use one hand to steady himself. His other hand pulled me pulled me by the leg. “Get on your hands and knees.”“Please, Terry, not in front of him.”Instead of punching me, he walloped Donald’s thigh.My husband yelled, “OWW!”“That didn’t hurt, you pussy, not with that much shit in your veins.” He shook me. “I said on your hands and knees, Bitch! Or I’ll hit him again.”The dark blue that formed on my husband’s thigh terrified me into obedience. I’d.