Yes? I asked, unsure what to say. Hes ours right? he asked, looking at me his face serious. I wasnt sure what to say. I had wanted to tell him for so...long, but I couldnt, I didnt want to raise our son in a mess of a relationship. But there was no denying the resemblance. I didnt say anything I couldnt, my mouth physically couldnt speak. I didnt seem I need to, he could tell by my face. my eyes teared up. He hadnt put anything else on just stood there in his boxers, he came over to me and. . You don’t know how she feels?? ?Think about it, more then that, didn’t you hear me?? She answers, a hint of almost excitement in her voice, ?now hear me out, don’t make any rash decisions until you hear me out, okay?? An interested nod, waiting for a response, he pulls into the traffic. ?Go ahead, I’m listening.??Okay? Maybe? Just maybe if I actually did experience what she went through? You know, maybe be tied up, the same things done to me? Yea, have the things done to me. Finally, he grabbed the cotton panties and roughly pushed them down my legs. I stepped out of them, now naked and shivering with fear as he pointed at the toddler bed. I lay down gently, afraid it wouldnt support my weight, but it did. I built a wood frame under it. Brian said, answering my thoughts. Had to be sure it could take a pounding. He smiled again as he climbed on top of me. He kissed me on the lips, and then slid his tongue in my mouth. I was surprised to find it not at all. She started to say something and then stopped. Finally she said, "You just call her Aunt Marie for now. You hear me?"I said, "Yes, Mother."That night Mom and Debbie were watching TV. I got home from my ball game, and sprawled on the sofa. Mom was in her favorite chair, and Debbie was leaning back in one of the lazy-boys. Mom spoke up and said, "I asked Marie, and she said she could make it. She thanks you for thinking of her."Debbie said, "Time she stopped hiding."Mom looked at her and said,.