"She doesn't have to know, and if you bring her over I promise I won't get in the way. I understand she has your heart, but she can't be here all the ...ime so you better don't push your wasteland slut away now that she needs you."He sighed. "You're not just my..."Her finger on his lips stopped his sentence. "... But I want to be. I need you, you are the only one who doesn't think I'm crazy and stays clear of me." Sorry to tell you, but you are crazy." He said it with a mocking smile, his gaze. “June and Kimmie are ecstatic though neither of my daughters have come up pregnant. Nor my wife, but she just went off the pill. I'm told that can mess things up for her for a month or so.”Vivian shrugged. “I wouldn't know.” She shifted her hips, staring at me.“So, you're pregnant, huh?” I asked, smiling.“I am because you're a horny man who made me want to fuck you.” She squeezed her thighs together. “My lesbians just aren't cutting it.”I winked at her then stood up. “Let's go out and test the. A person affected by paranoia. CHAPTER 1 I do not suffer from paranoia. I am not paranoid. I am not a paranoiac. I do not have any mental disorder that leads me to believe, wrongly or not, that I am being persecuted. I am not a megalomaniac and I don’t distrust everyone. But I AM being followed. Let me explain. Ever since the police discovered that my business partner didn’t commit suicide by using a semi-automatic rifle to turn the contents of his skull into spaghetti sauce all over my. It was too much to bear and I began to moan slightly. ‘I’m sorry,’ I told her quietly. ‘Don’t worry about it,’ she told me. She positioned herself so that she sat by the top of my head and she began to massage my forehead. As I looked up, I could see her breasts dangling above and it was all I could do to keep from reaching out and grabbing them. From there, she worked down to my neck and shoulders and further to my chest and the side of my abdomen. As she reached over me, her breasts hung.