"No thanks, I'm still in some pain," I said."You could do yourself some good," he said."And the Sheriff," I said."That goes without saying," Webster s...id the sarcastic smile was in his voice."I think I'll just pass, but tell him that I would love to if I felt better." I said."Who said you weren't going to play the game," Webster suggested."I don't know. I never promised anything more than a full days work for a full days pay." I expounded."The SBI wants a statement you can't put them off for. I was delirious with lust as this man used me. My cock was straining against my panties.Again, he withdrew and moved me, this time pushing me back onto the floor on my back, my head laying against the hard concrete and my crotch jutting up in the air as my hands were folded and bound behind my back. He laid down over my face like he was going to do a pushup, his cock pointing down from his body to my mouth and slid into me. He pumped hard for a few moments before pulling out again, possibly. November 9th, 1997, before baby Christina Wyatt joined the human race.“Baby girl,” he announced, coming into the waiting room, “seven pounds, nine ounces. Both mom and baby are doing fine.”I was so relieved. The problems that Penelope had had with Ronald, while in no way related to our child, mine and Glory’s; left me with the realization that even in this modern age, things could be problematical with pregnancies. But such had not been a problem with Christina’s birth.”And now, a new chapter. Well, I used the last of the pills that Matt had gotten from thePharmacy Lab for me. Don't know what'll happen now that I'm not takingthem anymore but I sure don't want to find Matt and ask him to get meany more - even if he would - so I guess that I'll take my chances."Ouch," "Ouch," "Ouch," "Ouch" - that was the sound in our kitchen theother day as Mom plucked my eyebrows. I'd never had them plucked beforeand I had to admit that my thick "boy eyebrows" were pretty ugly. Andwhen Mom was done.