"What was that about?" Oh George," Joanna said. "I might as well tell you, but no-one - especially not the children - can be told this side Christmas....I am pregnant again." Jo! That's wonderful," George said. "Congratulations to you all. And I gather Catherine knows?" Yes she does," Joanna said, "and she is fine with it. A little too fine with it at times. I fear she has romantic ideas about pregnancy. She is very fond of that young man - who is actually much too old for her. Not that I worry. ." I almost forgot the reason I asked her to come in the first place. And that thought just sent a steamy image of her coming through my mind; she'd be naked on my bed, her legs spread, her hand between her creamy thighs, and her head tossed back."Uh, I found your story. I really, really liked it." The shock on her face was so predominant, I thought she was going to cry. Before I started any bit of seducing, I got up, walked around her, and locked the door. Upon my slower walk back, I saw her. .There was something incredibly arousing about the wanton destruction and its inevitability.She had watched her twin brother wreck a model boat they had built, a Schooner from a plastic kit. They had spent hours making it according to the instructions, but it hadn’t worked out quite right and there seemed to be bits missing. They took it into a cornfield behind the house and set light to it. It was deeply provocative.Her brother clearly thought so, because he knelt down as close as he could to. "Bill was listening with one ear, knowing he had Sunday to think about the future and what it might hold."Bill?" Janie asked. "You're not saying anything...are you angry with me?" No, baby. I'm not angry. I've just had a lot happen, gotten a lot of information dumped in my lap." How IS your lap, Bill?, she asked a bit coyly."My lap is a little tired but quite happy, thanks." He smiled into the dark."Mmmm, I like the sound of that", she cooed into his ear."When you get home Monday, can we make.