I remember a couple interesting times that both took place in my car. The first one was on the way back to school after I had gone with her to meet h...r parents. We had stopped for a little sleep at a place overlooking the ocean. We had fucked in the back seat and just after we had dressed and gotten back in front, a cop knocked on our window to see why we were there and to make sure we were of legal age. The other was at the back grounds of campus. Again it was just after fucking in the. I don’t want a baby, and definitely not Dad’s!” cried Stephanie, appalled.“Oh, but you will!” said Bettina. She sighed, “I didn’t get to have a fetish, I just had Jimmy, and the two others that didn’t take.”“What? I don’t understand,” said Stephanie.“I think that was Gramma Cartwright,” I said to her in a low voice.“And I just had you, Stephie. Not that you weren’t and aren’t a joy, but I think if I was excited about it all the time, I would have had more kids, and now everything wouldn’t. " Then how did she get them? Why would Mom send them to her? Was she a close friend?" No Heck. Slow the fuck down. Listen, they were my mother's, and she sent them to me before she died."I shook my head. What the hell was she saying?Samantha's eyes softened and she reached out to touch her hand to the side of my face. Confusion reigned within my head and I felt my anger toward her dissipating."I'm not your mother's half-sister, Heck. I'm yours." What?" Your mother was my mother, when she was. I had to caution her against making our traveling clothing very eye-catching, since we would rather not draw attention to ourselves, but to keep her happy allowed her to make clothing we never wore, that were shockingly coloured and festooned with gimcracks.Our purpose was to sneak through the land, passing by any entanglements or confrontation. The unvarying plains, unless we were following a watercourse, tended to numb our minds with repetition and sameness, and we would often find we had.