.that would mean.....In horror I turn to the mirror and see a woman in her mid-thirtieslooking VERY tired and weary."Oh no," I mutter. This girl must ...ave been the baby I was pregnantwith on Thursday, which means about a decade has passed and I'm a Momof two?!"Morning Mommy!" says a boy about half the age of the girl, walking inwith a bear."Th-three?! I have three?!" I stammer aloud. Bruce wakes up, he'snaturally older but looks well for it."Hello Jane, hello Liam!" he says to the. ”Hoisting up her white coat she lay forward on the table, displaying her nakedness from the waist down. She felt his fingers explore between her legs and heard a small gasp.“Oh lady, you are wet.”She chuckled and rubbed herself against his hand. “Mr. Jones is not the only one to be turned on by a handsome teenage boy...” Then the hand was there no longer, and his hardness drove into her.“Yes, boy, oh yes. I want that cock.” His hands held her hips, and the long, measured thrusts grew slowly. Let's try the river." The river's crawling with soldiers!" It's full of water as well! We'll get on a boat, or lay low someplace until things die down." Die down? Are you- never mind, no time to argue. Go!" she said as the patrol leader shouted orders to his men, still trying to gleam an understanding from the terrified white folk.They both ran towards the river bank, trying to use alleys and shadowy paths through the irregular maze of Onitsha's neighborhoods. Behind them, they could hear. Of course, there was the incident with learning how to milk the cow and she knew it was a long time for her to live down her shameful reaction to a simple chore. Then, there was the missing cupcakes and how her guilt was written all over her crumb stained face despite her repeated excuses about how some small animal came in the window and taken them for their lunch.She blamed her brother Harold for almost everything but lately her stories were met with skepticism because her brother was.