He hates shopping, so it is a sure bet for some time to myself when I say I am going to the mall. I went into the store looking for some sketching pen...ils, and found what I was looking for quite quickly, four or five pencils and some erasers that I needed. Then I noticed a sale sign and started looking at the items, I picked up some more stuff and absent mindedly stuck the pencils in my back pocket of my skin tight blue jeans. I have a bad habit of not bothering to get a cart to put stuff in. I. “Didn’t I tell you about this earlier girl? You’re going to be fucking strangers and you’re worried about me seeing you naked?” He shook his head slightly.He did have a point but I guess it was just the shock and change of it all. A few moments went past before I started to take my shoes and coat off. I then took off my shirt, then my jeans and socks. My cheeks began to turn crimson as I stood in front of him in just my underwear. He looked at me, his eyes turning into money signs as I pulled. Besides, Dad is attracted to her." She grinned again. I grinned back.I thought for an instant. "Perhaps we could have her stay in our house and put Jack andAngie in the other house so they will have privacy." You know we will have to feed them for some period of time, don't you, Mark?" Yeah but they can bring a list when they walk over for lunch. Make sure both Angie and Heather have some warm clothes, boots, and some kind of overcoat. I will see to Jack." She grinned at me fiendishly. I went. In the hospital, they would have called the social workers, and they would have arrested Brian. I loved him. And I still believe that he loved me, in his way. He made me quit drugs and alcohol during the pregnancy. He even reduced his own dose to the minimum he needed. He read up on obstetrics, to help me.”“Thank god for that,” I said, meaning it. “Christina is a healthy and normal child. You did not damage her.”“Knowing that, took a load off my soul.”“One thing I’d like to know, Miss Sorensen..