Right then, right there, I puked my guts out.Chuck was really worried. He asked me if I was okay. I told him I was, but truth be known I was horrified... Not just for the baby this girl had terminated, either. I was supposed to have been treated that way.My dad had told me so.Chuck tended to me the best he could, brought me Coke with ice, brought me some Pepto; I thanked him, and put on a mask of okay-ness, and left for home.I was so pissed at my father, now that I had put together the true. No!". The pain became euphoric. Somethingelse. Couldn't think. Head hurt. Both of them. His temples throbbed. Hisface was on fire. His knob hurt. Odd pain. Strange. Needles. "Oh, God!" Itfelt like his cockhead was about to explode. No. It was. It wasexploding. Kevin let out a scream as his body writhed. Oh, God, don't letme die! The first lava shot hit the roof of his mouth. Peter immediatly stoppedbobbing, using his cheek muscles to throb the pole. The second the back ofhis throat. Instantly. ‘There’s one over there by the arm of the couch,’ Stanley said, ‘We also need to find Biff’s letter jacket.’ He saw a sleeve sticking out from under one of the beanbag chairs. ‘Here it is,’ he said as he moved the chair, ‘and your other shoe.’ He walked over to the couch and offered them to Sarah. ‘I believe these belong to you m’lady,’ he said. ‘Why thank you, good sir,’ said Sarah, ‘Stanley, can I ask you a question?’ ‘Sure,’ said Stanley, ‘I won’t guarantee that I know the answer, but you. But thanks to my magic pantyhose I am now an unemployed pregnant singlemother. I knew this was no accident. My pantyhose had brought me here.I smell of my next door neighbour's sperm. I have it on my inside legsand in my hair. I am dressed as a French Maid and I need a shower.The child that's growing inside of me will, unless I can find him or hera stepfather grow up without a Dad.I unzip my dress and let it fall to the floor as I think back to when Iwas once a man. I watch as my pantyhose.