Becky said nothing. Instead her left hand dropped to her side. Her fingers appeared to be reaching for something. A moment later a white plastic stick...was thrust in my direction.I took the stick and twirled it in my hands. As I did I noticed a blue plus sign had appeared in a window made in the plastic. "Is this?" I asked carefully.Becky just wailed again. I looked up at Morgan. "I'm sure it's yours, and I remember you saying that you never get to see your children." Not from my first. And she feels spitted, unbearably stretched and vulnerable. 'Rarely has he been so deep inside me,' she thinks in that moment and is ashamed of this comparison. He again tells her to stop moving and, whatever happens, to remain silent in that position. He now will sit at the table and wants to watch her like that, while he will eat the prepared food. She's a little scared. She feels exposed and very helpless. The fear of her own courage seems to seize her now. Would she be able to stand that?. He knows, through Mark, that she is doing well in school, and she carries herself with confidence. He has to admit that Traci, however, is now downright hot. God, look at that body! Is that really little Traci? Blonde, probably five-six or so, she came to the concert dressed in a pair of tight, low-rider jeans and a white, clingy, button down blouse. Thin but curvy and ripe the way only a teenager can really be. And, though both girls are wearing make-up, Traci's is done expertly, accentuating. Love you,” he quickly tapped out before heading to the bathroom. She had saved his bacon more than once with those texts and phone calls. Morning person were the last words anyone would have ever used to describe him. Of course, it also reminded him that he still had to spend at least one more day without her. Shaking that thought away, he climbed in the shower and let the warm cascade of water wash over and invigorate him for a few minutes. At last beginning to feel human, he lathered up his.