"You're not wanted."I held his eyes and saw hate and distrust in his face."Go to hell," I hissed. "This is my country, not yours." You can have it," h... replied calmly, "starting tomorrow. We'll be gone then, and those two in there with us." I think not," I told him, drawing my big blade.He glanced and it and yelled, "Corporal of the guard!"I grabbed his sword belt and pulled him to me, the point of my bayonet at his belly. "You can die right here," I told him as a Redcoat ran up, closely. Jenny heard him say “Are you ready for it” and his young sister replied “Yes.” He took a packet and ripped it open and rolled a condom down himself. Jenny had never seen a hard cock ready for sex before. Never seen a hard rampant male demanding a girl’s submission. “It’s too big to go in - he’ll rip her open” was Jenny’s last thought as he pointed it at his sister’s hole and lay over her. He must have got it in though, because the next thing was he was lying on top of her, his hips thrusting. I needed to face the little parasite growing inside of me. I needed to be able to look at it and know with certainty that I did not want it.I didn’t really have a stance in the pro-choice/pro-life debate. I’d never thought I’d be put in a position like this, where it would actually be relevant to me. Now, I was realizing how important it was. I respected those that wanted to keep their pregnancies, and I completely understood those that wanted to terminate theirs. I sympathized with all women. We picked Rob up at about 8:30 Friday morning. He was waiting with a small travelling bag on the ground next to him. We got out of the car, greeted, I stowed the bag in the back, Weena directed her father into the front, and she got into the rear."Well, where to?" I asked."Weena suggested the coastal road as a start," Rob responded.So I drove along Stirling Highway over the bridge to Fremantle to the "T" at High Street and then south on Hampton Road/Route 12. Only a few minutes later we were in.