That news triggered the one thing that I knew would make her hate me forever. I remembered her telling me that by the end of the five years I might ha...e grown to hate the very sight of her, but I had never suspected that it would be the other way round. What I did I did for her, but I could not tell her that or why I did it, at least not then. The night after she told me she was pregnant I walked into her office at quitting time with a bottle of champagne and two glasses. I popped the cork and. It was a completely different feeling of serenity than when I spent time with my ants, but at the same time, holding Charlotte in my arms just felt ... right. Until I realized that she was crying."Hey," I whispered, squeezing her shoulder. "Everyone is okay. No need to cry. It's all okay."Charlotte looked up from my chest and I had to force myself not to laugh. Her crying into my filthy t-shirt had transferred some of the soot onto her face, and her hair was everywhere. The result was comical–. And she knew how she would do it, too.When she was at the Clinic that night, she requested extra supplies of her aphrodisiacs. Amy didn't even ask her why, just gave her boxes and boxes of extras. The next day at the office, when Katy went to lunch, Laura looked through Katy's purse. Sure enough, she found birth control pills. Carefully, Laura teased open the foils for the birth control pills, removed the medication, and replaced them with aphrodisiacs, using a tiny bit of glue to tuck the. As I kept watching, he spread his legs wider, dropped his hand into his lap and slowly began to massage the bulge. My pussy started getting wet, watching him caress his crotch with such an erotic, rhythmic motion. A smile shown upon his face as he looked over at me and licked his lips again. He knew he was teasing me, and continued to rub his bulge. As I watched with rapt attention, the bulge began to grow until the front of his khakis was stretched up like a tent. I hadnt even realized that I.