And then the pain came, and I wonder why I was not in fear of it. Pain like a river, a waterfall, an earthquake…pain like a volcanic eruption that m...kes me scream and scream and scream. So much pain to deliver a life so small. Giving birth was perhaps the most painful and colorful moment of my life, the ripping of a soul that I’m not even sure exists. It tore from me like the wing of bird, disabling my flight through the azure dawn of existence. I felt that when I was crying my tears were made. He was sorry ...oh god no...He had meant to be there but.......I have broken down and will not get finished in time today. .....A wave of relief washed over me, and I sat down hard. I was so elated. I sent ‘ok’ nothing more just that. Sometime later I began to wonder if it was just a ruse, and a put off, so I spent the night on edge wondering, I was up before Jack and saw him off, a nice fine day, an early breakfast did little for my already nervy mental state, so when the phone began to. “FUCK! Fuck your mom’s asshole baby.” I grabbed my sheets with my hands and pushed my ass hard back on his cock. “God damn it mom I’m going to cum!” He yelled. “Pull out and cum in my pussy!” I screamed back. “What about the other guys cum and you getting pregnant?” He sounded confused. “I don’t give a shit! If I’m going to get pregnant it’s going to be your baby not some other assholes.” I told him. “Now stick that hard fat cock in my pussy and blow your load. Try to get your mommy pregnant.. They used my case as another example of how black people are targeted by the police.“They’re fucking right, of course! But I was one of the wrong cases. Terry didn’t care, he wanted to win. When I was exonerated, I went straight and clean, ready to run my lame BBQ shop into the ground. It was that internet fury that saved me. Neighbors came for my food. Strangers came to take selfies. People from weird places that only the internet can find, bought my BBQ. I saved and invested like rich people..