’ She quipped. I realized we are not using any protection and she could get knocked up. Erotic feeling, huh! Knocking up the womb which carried you ...or 9 months. But soon my worries were put to rest.“Son, I wish I could get pregnant by your seed. Oh! How I crave to carry a child by you. Darling, fill my vagina with your seed son FILL ME UP”.She was now completely out of her mould of worldly alignments. She was open heartedly exclaiming her love and desire. I too was reaching my peak.Eager to. Severe Thunderstorm, news at eleven. No shit, he thought. He could hear the rain outside accompanied by rolling thunder. A good old-fashioned summer storm to clean the city.George cracked open another beer and gulped down half of it in one take. What had he ever done to deserve this shit? Nothing. He'd worked hard his whole life. He'd gone to war for his country, had seen friends die, had killed a whole lot of gooks. He paid his taxes and kept a roof over his family's head and fed them three. So when I push her she collapses back to the floor. I straddle her body. Her eyes are wide and scared when she looks up at me. I twist my body away and then twist back bringing my whole body-weight behind my punch. The force whips her head away and the sound of my fist crashing into her face is loud. I keep punching her face, forcing her head from one side to another. She's screaming, feebly trying to block my punches with her arms. She might as well have left them at her sides for all the good. Even if you enjoyed things like that, there are just too many people in too small a space. The Ryman is the same way. The seats are like church pews. You’d be miserable after 15 minutes.”“I also have a lot of rehab to catch up on,” I said.“Why was Ciera here?” Liz asked out of the blue.“I have a lot of rehab to catch up on,” I repeated. “She’s coming back out this afternoon and twice tomorrow. I’ve lost a lot of flexibility in the last week. I’ve got to do these exercises. That’s why I want to.