My tummy keeps swelling and growling and it keeps making noises. I feel so full and it hurts so bad! I think I’m going to explode. Help me, Daddy; d...n’t let my tummy blow up!” “Betsy, you’re not going to… aw hell, come on get in bed.” I flipped back the covers and she thudded down beside me and lay on her back, desperately rubbing the tight shiny dome of her gut. She was crying now. “Easy. Just take it easy!” I rubbed her rumbling belly, starting up at the extra bulge of her stomach. After lunch we went to the doctor. He examined Roberta and said everything seemed to be doing good. The doctor was particularly happy over her physical and mental health after the rape. He asked Roberta what she had been doing and Roberta told him proudly that she was helping me build a house. The doctors only comment to that was that it seems to be working, just don't push it too hard. On the way out I paid for the doctor visit which seemed to surprise Roberta.Just as we reached the rear of. I’m 54 years old, and I’m from Southampton. I’ve always had an impulsive streak, and I often make very bad life decisions ... And this might be one of them...” That knowing smirk... “I going to have sex with a dog!”We cut to a montage of her walking along a residential street, entering a small apartment block, heading up the stairs, entering her apartment ... This is intercut with footage of her being interviewed in close-up whilst sitting on her couch, and occasional photographs of her mother,. Somehow, it felt more special that I spent my last minutes as a high schooler with Brynn. “Do you have any regrets?” she asked. I didn’t need to think much for that one, “I probably could’ve studied a little more. Just ‘tried’ more in general, I guess.” “Outside of school, I mean.” I turned to her, “I wish I got to know you sooner.” “Aww, thanks.” she turned back up to the sky. The sun had fully set. We were college students. “No, really.” I propped myself up, “We’ve.