She crossed her legs, and as she rocked her raised foot, she started playing with the edge of the robe, teasingly, as if she were trying to decide whe...her to lift it up or not."Kevin," she asked suddenly, "how old do you think I am?"Even at fifteen I knew what a dangerous question that was. I took a swig of milk to stall while I tried to think of a good answer. My mom was forty-four, and Judy looked to be much younger than that. But still, from the few times I had seen Sam, I judged him to be. "Oh it's no problem. You know I think your the first cherry girl ever totell me that. Now would be so kind as to open the door to the Hole Roomfor Michele here," Madame Morgan commanded. As Jen opened the door thelight from the hallway shone inside the dimly lit room showing men in allstates of transformation and some even sucking on various cocks coming inthe holes.Madame Morgan snapped her fingers and the man that was lumbering behindher comes to his senses. Madame Morgan pushes him inside. "And now," he began, "now we're going back to school tomorrow. I can feelthe twins inside me now, by Christmas, they'll surely make their presenceknown to the world. How the hell am I going to deal with that?" It took mea moment to figure out what he meant. Then I realized he meant that byChristmas, there would be no way for him to conceal the pregnancy. "Justwhen my life was heading in the direction I'd always dreamed of and hopedfor, this had to happen." He kept walking purposefully. He saw. Eighteen. You know you're sort of a legend around the lunchroom now..." People need something to talk about," I shrugged."Yeah, but a forty year old engineer with an eighteen year old wife, that's GOOD!"As I drove back to the office building I mulled over that thought. Smiling.Back at the office, a couple of my co-workers mentioned a run outside the plant for lunch."Any vendors around that we can squeeze for a free meal?" I asked. We were a large, lucrative client for a whole lot of services.