. I wanted kids. My kids, her kids, our children. Grandchildren. I wanted out children to have grandchildren. A rosy future with the money to make lif... wonderful. A new beginning for the house. Jess would make my house our home.Across the bridge, late in the evening ... someday someone is going to pave Main. Splishing and splashing up to the hotel and ... well, Son Of a Bitch ... the lights are on at home!Our home is lit up like Christmas. I heard the Hotel front door slam and I could see John. Almost ten years ago, Doctor Graham Chapel brought a beautiful golden statue back from the Amazon that was ornately detailed, including writing characters that were unheard of before in any ancient or modern language. To further complicate things, it seemed to be made from an unknown metal which meant that it had to be put through all sorts of tests before any real study could be done on it. After all these years, the anthropology department finally had complete access to itThe mixture of the. I wanted to let a man have my pure, virgin body, use it for his pleasure, and give it a better purpose. I wanted a man to possess me, dominate me, make me bear his children, breed me like a prized mare.So what if I was only a few months into being 18 and a legal adult? I’d read about younger moms than that and people always commended them on being brave and strong. And I did so want a baby of my own, complete with a man to serve and make happy, and in return, he’d make me the center of his home. ThenStan was there in front of me."Hi. I'm Stanley." I'm Jennifer," I said softly."You look real nice." Can we come over later?" Sure, I guess it'll be okay."I told mom that Kristen and Stanley knew who I was, and were comingover later."Okay honey, just change into shorts and a top."I quickly changed and just a bit later they showed up. Kristen was alsowearing shorts, but Stan looked uneasy. We were all age 13, and we allknow about boys and girls, but none of us were quite ready to act onit. .