The crowd was always a mix of just out of college youngsters and they were not used to real music. They were young adults like Sarah, but they were in...o rap and other shit with no melody or harmony. They also leaned towards the crap where a so called diva warbled while the backup singers sang the song.But when the band started playing the blues, these young people found something they were longing for ... music! Melodies and lyrics and harmonies and a message other than “I want to fuck you. I am male and the sex story is completely fictional. Let’s enjoy the journey.Next day it was a Monday morning so everything was at its usual pace. I got ready, my hubby was still sleeping though because his office hours were not fixed. I went to Ayesha’s room to wake her up, as expected she was sleeping nude.I woke her up, “get up honey, it’s 6:30, you will be late for the school.” “Mummy I don’t wanna go to school today. Let me sleep.”“No baby, you must wake up”“Ah mamma 5 minutes. "Good morning," the physician greeted her. "Do you know me?"Angie grinned and nodded. "Hi, Tess."The doctor was a friend of Angie's, one of several who had cheered her on from amongst the crowd during the race. They had first met five years ago when Angie did some building design work for her ex-boyfriend, Tess's employer Doug Ramsay.Angie was a Dallas architect and University of Texas teaching assistant when she wasn't running. Doug Ramsay was a former Austin area law enforcement officer whom. She would get him for this, she would ruin him. Wait she would humiliate him as he had humiliated her. Someone else would father her baby and Sean would know it. In fact he might never have sex with her again but he would act as the father of her children and do whatever she wanted or he would lose his job and go to jail. Now who should father her baby?.The day passed slowly and the day ending bell rang. Now Paulette waited for Michael. How would she convince him to give her those pictures..