You know, I never asked, but what does your name mean?”“«桜子» (Sakurako) means, ‘child of cherry blossoms’. The word for cherry blossom i... «桜» (sakura) and adding ‘-ko’ means child or girl,” she replied, then continued. “If you do not know the meaning of the names, how do you decide?”“We pick names we like,” I said. “Or, in the case of Birgit, Albert, and Stephie, they are named after other people we love who have the same names.”“That also happens in Japan. Are you going to have more. We had tried the dating thing when I was sixteen and it had almost ended our friendship. Both of us liked to cheat but neither of us liked to be cheated on. Nevertheless, there was now a child in the picture, no matter what, we had to grow up and be good parents even if we weren’t going to marry each other. I knew Linda was not keen on the idea of us getting married so I chose to avoid the subject for now, we would talk about it later on.“It’s getting late now, let me take you home.” I changed. My fingers tightened and squeezed the last drops from my shrinking organ. It was quiet and I heard Mom in her room. She was panting and I knew she was relieving herself. Several times I heard my name as she moaned. Then she was quiet.We didn't talk about the shooting session for several days. I think it was because of what we both did when it was over and we both knew what the other had done.Friday night came and I was sitting in the front room watching TV. Mom came in and joined me after her. Jenna shuddered when she heard Hector’s voice. He was the worst, a sexual sadist. Miguel could show some kindness to Jenna when they were alone but with Hector therewas no kindness. Hector was a brutal thug who loved abusing the teen. “Hey what’s this food over here.” Asked Hector. “That’s was dinner for the bitch, but go for it if you are hungry.” Laughed Miguel.Jenna’s head popped up and turned around. “No! I am so hungry, Please don’t eat my food. I haven’t eaten anything for so.