I was depressed. But I also knew that I had to do something. I had to be certain so I sent away for paternity test kits to be absolutely sure that I w...s not the biological father. Here are the tests I took. The tests were conclusive — there is no possible way that I am the biological father of my children."However, the tests did indicate one man was the biological father. Needless to say, I went a little crazy during this period. I became obsessed with finding out who Erica was screwing around. ’ Her hand was warm through his shirt. He desperately wanted to embrace her and not let go – but he knew he mustn’t give into that temptation. He gave her a quick hug but she wouldn’t let him get away with just that. She took his jaw in both hands and drew him to her for a kiss. She let her lips linger on his and looked straight into his eyes. She could see a slightly hunted look there and could tell that an afternoon of brooding hadn’t done him any good. He’d done his best to limit the contact. “Yes.” “Then I accept your invitation.” “Thank you, I am honored, you are very beautiful.” “ Thank you, and you are quite handsome.” I said, more than a little flushed by the exchange. We agreed to meet at the second story restaurant overlooking the beach we both frequent. I drove the six miles back to my parents house in a fit of excitement and trepidation. I had enough time for a long bath. I fought the urge to masturbate so as to avoid awakening those senses. I was determined to keep my. Don't WHACK!!! wiggle, hold WHACK!!! still! And you WHACK!!! think this --I said WHACK!!! hold still WHACK!!! and take your WHACK!!! medicine!--is a place WHACK!!! to bring a WHACK!!! woman? The WHACK!!! arrogance!"And Noble, all of thirty-four years old, had kicked his thighs miserably, howling and screaming, when intellectually he knew he could have just gotten up and tossed the one hundred ten pound redhead out of the house SO easily. But he was helpless, poor bastard. Noble was.