"I mean no way you could see your way clear to talk to her, maybe get by all of this stuff—the hurt?" Yep and nope," I said. "I've already seen a la...yer. And, yeah, I know the bad news is that she's gonna be able to hurt me real bad there too. Well, hell, I guess that's what she wants for me, hurt." That's not true. She wants to talk to you and soften the stuff she laid on you. She really is sorry about how she went about things," said Marie. "I think at the time she just wanted to get it all. Remember I’m the one that discovered her.”Steve had pulled his softening cock out of my mouth and was beginning to pull his jeans on. He bent over and picked his T-shirt from the floor and pulled it over his head. Then he put his sandals on. “Aren’t you going to claim her mouth Ross?” Steve asked.“I sure am but I thought of a way of fucking the fucking slut’s mouth hotter than simply fucking her throat.” Ross said and smiled.“You did! What can be hotter than fucking her hot throat?” . When we went to see the doctor he ran the tests again. This time when he came back in to give us the results he was shaking his head and smiling. Martha turned bright red and said ‘OH, NO! Not again.’ He looked at me and said ‘How do you do it at your age?’ ‘Just lucky I guess. How far along are we?’ ‘About 3 months I am thinking. You know the drill. We will see you every other week until the last month, unless I see something that needs to be monitored more closely.’ This child was born. Jerry's diner had it's perks, I was never rushing to find a bite to eat and there was usually a boy from school somewhere around flirting with me to pass the time. With Jerry's being new in town and serving the best cup of coffee we were the latest new hangout.Jerry, having his restaurant fail due to the economy two towns away, had toned down his business-like appearance wearing only a paper cook's hat and stain-covered white apron over a plain tee shirt and jeans most days. He always paid me.