. educate."Chyooge sighed and looked up at her. She was a very pale woman, somewhere in her early thirties, with a cloud of dishevelled black hair and...large, intense eyes that shone out at the world from within dark pits of Kohl and mascara. Her full plump lips seemed locked in a permanent saucy pout, and despite her thin frame, she bore substantial bosoms, which bulged out from the top of her lacy black corset.Yes, she seemed to be pretty much the epitome of the worlds sorry sexual obsessions.. Our tongues wrestling, stroking each other, breathing heavy, it was great. Then we realized that we were in a parking lot, be it dark, but in a public parking lot, in full view through the windshield and side windows. Luckily her sister's car was an SUV, plenty of room to move and get out of the view of anyone who may have or would be watching. Quickly we crawled between the front seats and into the rear, continuing where we left off.I slipped my hand under Tanya's shirt and teased her nipples. A voice said, “Welcome back, Marsha. You took a little three day nap.” Tim, Jake and Tim, Jr. were there. I could see them out of my uncovered eye. That’s when it hit me. My stomach ... OMG! I felt my stomach. My stomach. I’m not pregnant anymore. My tummy is not there. OMG, I yelled, MY BABY! Tim took my hand. He said, “I’m sorry, Marsha. Your baby didn’t make it. The impact was too much. They did everything they could to save her.” He said, “HER”: I was going to have a baby girl. I wanted to. We used to exchange smiles whenever either of us caught the other staring. This staring business continued for a month.Eventually, I found her on Facebook and the requesting friendship with a ‘Hello’ message. I was eagerly waiting for a response. A day passed and the next day again the stare which made me uncomfortable.I was staring at her as I was expecting a revert and I became more conscious. I waited for her revert for three days. Finally, ‘Hi’, she texts back. From then on, we used to.