“We thought Hathor would have a normal delivery but a cesarean was needed because she could not push. As a precaution based on her earlier bleeding,...she had a hysterectomy. I was a house dad with four babies in diapers. My company gave me six weeks of paid leave to help Hathor recover.“According to the parenting books we read, we started potty training Abby a little early. But three hours with a dry diaper and a nice stream into the toilet told us that our Abby was ready for training pants.“I. The young stud was squeezing her asscheeks harder, his fingers digging deeper into the rubbery flesh. Betty gasped, rubbing her belly against the floor. She was trying to escape the young man's probing fingers. It was so dirty, so obscene! The beating had been better than this. She felt as if she were crawling through some kind of slime and there was no way she could escape."Stop! Fuckin' bitch, you're gonna take it, and take it good!"Betty felt his finger movements becoming more coordinated. I can smell them as I inhale. I can feel them as my hand reaches out and grazes over them. I can hear the water of the stream trickling into the pond. I walk along the path, searching for him…and then, I see him. He is here. Right there before me. He always waits for me in the same area, always somewhere near the pond. It’s not hard to see him standing there, he’s wearing almost all black, a black blazer or jacket of sorts, and black pants. As I walk closer, I can see that he has a white. I loved to watch girls when they don't know i am there. I wasn't suppose to have friends over but Mrs. Clark went to church and wouldn't be able to see them come in, and they would leave long after her bed time. My friend's Dave, Sam, and John came over and Sam brought over a bag of weed. We sat on the couch playing xbox and smoking weed. Then the door bell rang, SHIT i thought, who could that be? I started walking to the door hoping Mrs. Clark hadn't decided to come home early. It was Jessica.