“Shouldn’t you be in class yourself?” he asks.“I figured you might need a little help,” she says smiling.“Oh?”She nods. “Having troubl...?”“Yeah, I’m having a little trouble with my locker.”Carrie slips by him. “The lockers around here stick sometimes.” After a little jiggling it finally snaps free. “There.”Roger begins putting his textbooks into the locker.“What happened to Cameron?” Carrie asks as she leans against the other lockers. “I thought he was helping you?”“I told him to get to class. I listened for a minute or two and began to move away feeling somewhat guilty for intruding on their private moment. It was then that I noticed there was a crack between the door and the frame. Well I had come this far. I put my eye to the crack. As luck would have it I was looking directly at the bed in the next room. To my surprise I discovered that it was not a couple making love. Spread out on the bed was a woman. I would guess in her early thirties like me. She had brown hair and a tanned. Dear Dr. Vargas,My super heroine girlfriend is pregnant for the first time. [Amazing photo attached to original letter, too bad you all can't see it.] It wasn't easy I'll tell you. I finally had to use [superheroine weakness which cannot be revealed without disclosing her identity] on her. From then on, she was a real sex kitten, just couldn't get enough. She begged me not to get her pregnant, but when I made it clear that was the only way she could keep getting fucked, there was nothing she. " I handed her the book I had bought at W H Smith's on the way over to her house."I stopped to get this." It was a paper back copy of ' Death to the French'She gazed at me for a few seconds then threw her arms around my neck and hugged me. We stayed like that for a moment."You better let me in, your neighbours will be throwing a bucket of water over us else!"I could see that she was near to tears and wanted to get her to laugh. I succeeded and we went into the kitchen, her laughter filling the.