Shanice felt the throb of his cock still inside of her, distilling more and more of his seed into her womb. How she would wish right this minute to be...r his child. Her parents would huff and fret if ever they heard of her letting a white boy do this to her, but she didn’t care, she couldn’t care. She had gone past caring. She cared not if he was black, or that he was from Mars—he was hers to keep, just as she too was his. ‘I’m yours,’ she whispered into his ear before sleep took her away. Her. . Two blinks from Alexis. That means yes ... I guess you don't have your scope sighted yet, Gabby ... Okay. I'm communicating with her ... umm ... via telepathy. I think. I just think the words and she just thinks at me, and I hear her. In my head. It's a female voice. I think it works like that. I've only 'talked' to one of them, so it may be that I'm hearing 'female' because I am. No, I called her 'M'am' and she responded ... Anyway ... They are obviously sentient. I'm going to try and get. I look around seeing Beth takingpictures of me, then she goes back to texting whomever. No sense inwhining about her taking pictures of me wearing the little pink girlyoutfit, momma will just ignore me again.I turn my back to Beth and notice momma putting some shorts up too mywaist. "Oh you will have to try these on after Miley comes out, they areso pretty. I bet they will look so cute on you sweetie." I see the whitedance shorts that look just like Miley's I am holding, but much smaller."Momma. ‘I’m sorry, what, honey?’ I said, ‘I know Momma, it’s a real shame.’ We drank our bitter tea in silence. At 11 o’clock she stood up. I offered to drive her to the funeral, but she went on about something having to do with flower arrangements for the cemetery, and we departed separately. The service was almost majestic. There were red roses everywhere. The casket was up two stairs and on a pedestal, as if my father was the overseer of the proceedings as much in death as in life. He had an.