.. the other was US. Dual citizenship ... born in the USA ... hadn’t been in the continental United States in 12 years.And suddenly ... I needed... ...��Umh ... I need a bathroom ... right now ... oh, heck ... too late,” The circular file at the desk received my breakfast ... and lunch, Visa was appalled.“Newly going to be mom,” I said. “First strike,” and added more to the brown bin. “I had no idea.”Miss Visa looked ... held my hair ... commiserated and said, “Pregnant ... for sure ... this is. . And what would you like me to do?", she asked.Apparently many women like guys to tell them what they want them to do to them during sex. I myself never understood that concept, but I guess they need that sort of thing. So I told her exactly what I wanted her to do. I whispered, "I want you to fuck me like you were a dirty whore”. I reached up and slid my hands under her crumpled up nightgown and began to squeeze her small breasts."Oooh I'll be glad to baby. I thought you'd never ask.". "What did the slime ball tell you, Jan?" Todd, her oldest brother softly asked her."He better have promised to do right by you, girly." Her father rasped, already beyond angry after hearing her admission, an hour earlier, of her current predicament."He said he's sorry, but his family will never accept him marrying me. He questioned whether the child was even his." Janet allowed her tears to stream quietly down her cheeks. She felt empty inside. She loved Mike, but his response to her urgent. I still wore my slip for the moment, since it was bad luck to do make-up in a wedding dress, especially at the hands of Janisha. She tended to be a little clumsy when she was excited. Her parents were big on their 'roots' which is why she had the silly name. My parents were pretty normal, thank God, and all they knew about Africa was what they saw on the National Geographic channel and Save the Children infomercials. It was enough to convince them that our roots were right here in Minneapolis..