Sunny would freak and count the days until her next period, but when it came she'd relax. Polly hadn't seemed all that upset about being the product o... incest, so maybe she'd take it okay too.Now ... what to do about telling Becca...Becca woke up feeling better than she had in a long time. Talking to Polly and setting things in motion had helped her mentally. She might as well get it over with. If her mom kicked her out, she'd need all day to find someplace else to go and get together some. "We have some nice dessert." She said when the table was clear. "Are you ready, or do you want to sit a while? I can bring it into the living room if you want."When she came back into the dining room, Marcel was standing at the mantel again, looking at the pictures. "Well, Mrs. Stephenson, I thought you were the dessert." Marcel said without turning to look at her."I beg your pardon!" Jenn almost chocked, thinking she might have misunderstood or he had misused and English phrase he didn't quite. She hadn't gained an ounce, as far as I could see. Babs was a little heavier, but it didn't look bad on her at all. They were talking to a couple of other women I didn't recognize, and who looked young enough that I figured I had left before they got there.I had to go say something.I stood, politely to the side, while they finished their conversation with the women. They had glanced at me, and at my name tag, while they talked, but didn't give any indication as to how they felt about seeing me. .Besides the obvious. We don't have the obvious!"Oliver Douglas went to the refrigerator. "I knew some women who did have the obvious. One was even a secretary of mine. They would store the stuff in bottles," he said, opening the major appliance. He slammed it shut: "Why would I want to keep it! I must be tired! I'm not thinking right."He started opening cupboards doors now. "I wonder if Lisa ever bought a milking machine for women. She buys just about everything else they have for women!"It.