I talked to a few people, mingled as best I could, but being as self-conscious as I was, there was no hope. Mrs. Wilson finally came out and found me....She grabbed my arm and asked me to come in the house. She smiled nice enough and then got me a glass of water.“So sweetie, I’ve been watching you all day, and you are just sitting over there alone. Your mom asked me to watch after you. Why aren’t you having fun with the rest of the kids?” (her son was an ass).“I’m fine Mrs. Wilson, really.”“Well. She had come another step closer to being a whore in spirit, as well as body.John saw,megan crying silently, a hollow look in her usually fiery eyes. Hr guessed another ember of her fiery spirit had been doused in cum. All the better for him, she'd become a real slave faster. He quietly stroked her hair, more like a pet than a girl. She wasn't a girl anymore, no point making her feel like one.The gentle stroking, which megan knew was more slave than woman, strangely made her feel better. Ever. They give him grief too." They wouldn't do that if you were married," said Bob.She laughed. "Me? Hitched? Sittin' in some shack with a garden out back? I don't think so, Doc." Who says it has to look like that?" asked Bob. "You've never done anything else like a normal woman. Why would anybody expect your marriage to be like other women's marriages either?"The scout gazed at the doctor for a long minute. She was obviously mulling over what he'd said. Finally she responded."He ain't asked me,. I don’t love him, well, I love him as my ‘uncle’,’ she added somewhat unconvincingly looking away. ‘He told me because I asked him and he is fond of me and he trusts me, and,’ I said with added emphasis, ‘he told me the TRUE story. I know who the real father is.’ This prompted a gasp from her and a look of absolute desperation, ‘No,’ she said, ‘he wouldn’t. It’s not true, Mike is the father!!’ ‘You and I have to get this together Maria, for your sake and for his. I told him, you see. Told him.