Our group had grown to fifteen people by now (not counting Al's group). We made sure everyone got better acquainted with the new members and after tha... things turned into more of a social gathering than a meeting.Monday I talked with the twins' dad. He came over with them at six to go over things. I had just enough time for a shower after practice before they showed up. It took some convincing with Mr. French. I actually had to show him some old betting slips before he was forced to admit that. Martin got back in his vehicle and started home. It was a long drive and he had a lot to think about. ———— Back at school Cheryl spent the rest of day hiding in her room, arranging posters, cleaning boards, and rechecking grades. She had no desire to get hooked up with any of the other women. She was afraid they’d bring up the man at the restaurant. When school time was over she packed up her materials and drove back home to her apartment. That evening Martin just couldn’t get interested in. The sight of her – every little movement – burned into his memory, obscuring the many darker recollections that had haunted him for years.The grace with which she pushed her hair out of the way. The sensuality of the way she licked her lips. The desire alight in her eyes every time they met his. It was almost overwhelming.She was in no hurry, maintaining the slow, methodic strokes of her mouth up and down his shaft. She would pause every so often to lick and kiss him, in order to catch her. He said, “You look lonely? Do you want some company?”“Sure!” I said.We shot the bull for about 10 minutes when I knew I had to make my move. I said, “I am going to ask you a weird question and I hope you don’t take it the wrong way?”“What is it?” he said.“I know this is weird but I need you to impregnate me?” I asked.“What!” he said.I explained the story to him about my husband and I problems with getting pregnant. I said, “I really need your help.”“Well, I'm certainly not going to turn down.