I hung up the phone and sighed. I got a sad smile from my former lover and she leaned over and kissed me.“How are you holding up, Joel,” she asked...“Better now, but ... it hurts still. We were really close. He was a great father, just like Mom is a great mother. I was so lucky to have them both ... now ... he’s gone. It’s hard to accept. It was so sudden and without any hint something like that could happen.”“Are you okay financially until the insurance comes through?”“Yes. Walt Voight, Dad’s. His name is Jim Jones and he lives in Ohio. What is it, Angel? Tell me why you’re so upset? You’re scaring me, Angel. Do you know him?’ asked Marie. ‘I need to see him. Will you take me to his room right now? Please, Marie,’ I asked. We walked briskly up to his room and I glanced through the window at him. I froze. It was my Jim Jones, the father of my unborn son. I wasn’t sure what to do now. As much as I cared for him I was afraid to walk into his room and talk to him. ‘Marie, will you do me. They first refused but then realized they had guns pointing at their heads. They got out and were immediately blindfolded but before that they realized they were in the ghetto in front of a large apartment building. They still did not put up much of a fight and were ushered into the apartment building. They were unblindfolded and were told to walk up the stairs, when they reached the third floor they were told to stop and were then put in a very small 1-bedroom apartment. It had a kitchen a. When my show was over, I went to bed alone. It was sometime later when I heard the bedroom door open.I hadn’t been thinking about my husband’s confiding to his friend what he should’ve been discussing intimately with me. But the comment sure popped back into my mind as a pair of feet tiptoed to the bed. I decided in a flash that I needed to firmly take the initiative. I had an inspiration to perform oral sex as an instantaneous surprise, and I would’ve given my husband the BJ if it had been him.