"You liked being fucked. You begged for it. Now shut the hell up or I'm going to come over there and give you something to make you cry about."Jennife... hurried to her friend and once more put her arm around Rena's shoulders."Please be quiet, Rena," Jennifer whispered. "I don't want to make him mad. He'll hurt you! He'll hurt us both!" He couldn't do anything worse to me," Rena said.Jennifer was suddenly angry. "You damn fool," she hissed, "of course he can do something worse to you. He could. Catherine went to answer it and came back into the lounge with Michelle and Richard.“Take a seat can I get you a drink or anything?” asked Catherine.“Yes please, can I have a tea,” said Richard.“Same thanks,” said Michelle.“Milk, sugar?”“Just milk for both of us,” said Richard.Catherine came back with two cups of tea, “I would ask what brings you to our door this evening but I think I can guess.”Richard took a deep breath, “It was about the thing we discussed last weekend at the dinner. "However I seem to be getting the hang of it."Candace nodded. "It took me a day or so. I was told how natural it was, but waking up for a 2 AM feeding just wasn't what I wanted. Still, I have to admit it was handy. I didn't start carrying bottles of formula around for a few months. And it went easier the second time." I looked at it as finally having a use for these things," their mother said. "I hauled these boobs around for years, and all they did was give me curves and something for the men. They had been shopping today with Jenny and Pop-pop. They had new work boots and two new John Deere pedal tractors with wagons. They had been to the John Deere dealer in Queen Anne with Dad and Jason to look at a new combine - a five hundred thousand dollar investment without the corn or grain heads.The combine they had was bought used from the farmer that we bought the farm from near Morton Field. It had a lot of hours and was nearly worn out. It was OK as a backup or a second machine, but not.