By then I'd seen her on a second ultrasound, happily swimming in her amniotic paradise. We would take our chances. Funny -- how as a teen I'd been so ...ure that every child should be a wanted child, that 'defectives' should be aborted. Now, seeing her sucking her thumb in the womb, I was more than willing to take a chance, more than willing to deal with an imperfect, doomed child.God, in His wisdom, rewarded our choice with a perfect, beautiful child. And two other, perfect, beautiful children.. And a downhill slope towards the river.But then get back on trackIt was then a simple matter, over the river and take the first turning on the right, up past the pub to the next village, turn right past the garage where we’d always had the car looked after, and on upwards and then over the top of the hill and down to another village where my immediate destination was situated. It was about 10.20 when I pulled into the parking area of a commercial freezer and transport company, and stopped at. Sullen, guilt ridden apologies and being attentive to Ruth's every whim was the soup of John's daily existence. They never didn't share the same bed. Ruth reasoned that she had slept with him when she knew about his "whoring around" -- before his confession and she couldn't see why she wouldn't sleep with him now. "Plus, ", she told him, "It's easier to keep tabs on you if I can see you." She often wore her sexiest night gowns and even went as far as buying VERY sexy attire to wear to bed but. “What happened? I asked. “That bastard has been sleeping with his ex wife,” she cried, “and he took her to England with him last month.” She was devestated as she continued, “He said that he was going to tell me but I saw the text from her,” she sobbed, “he has left and gone back to his ex wife!” I hugged her and she said, “Baby, I am so sorry for the hurt and pain that I have put you through.” “It’s okay baby, I am here for you.” I replied as I wiped her tears. She attemted a smile as she.