“I think we have a prodigy on our hands!But be warned, having a child, under any circumstance,is a serious commitment. You shouldn’t make ... snapdecision about this.”“This isn’t a snap decision. We’ve both wanted to starthaving kids for years. We’ve talked about havinganother man get me pregnant. But the right situationhadn’t come along. But this group? We can absolutely dothis if there are other couples like you to supportus.”I wondered. It felt so good when he did that to me."I know, isn't it fun?" I said. "And I think he likes you a lot. He was so horny from doing that with you. He fucked me so hard, harder than he ever did before. I'm still sore". And I was. My poor little 11yo ass was feeling bruised deep inside from the intense pounding he had given me in his blind lust, his need to impregnate a willing hole sending him into a sexual frenzy that he used my body to satisfy. Sitting was a painful activity, and it still felt. My music is very different from rock and roll, but I love Elvis and Buddy Holly and actually sometimes, play along with the records I have.” “You play rock and roll on your cello?” “Yes, I like letting go and just get into the rhythm, its fun, but very different than the music I play with the string quartet I’m in, or the university orchestra.” She glanced down at the book I had placed on the table while I was sneaking the food. “Nietzsche,” she said, nodding. “I’ve heard of him.” I glanced. Then, all at once, I relaxed. Betty pulled the car in next to Otis' house and opened the door. I waited a moment longer, then Janie appeared on the porch and looked at me. I opened the door and got out, standing just like Betty taught me, waiting. "Come here girl! Let me look at you!" I walked to the porch and took the two steps up to Janie and stood there, afraid, yet proud, confused but ready. "Lord you're beautiful!" Just at that moment Gramps walked out on the porch and saw me. We locked.