This is why I was glad she'd eventually be forced to explain it to Trevor. Not because— Well, I can understand why she'd want to be careful about it... I mean, who'd want to shake things up with someone they loved, especially something this momentous? (I pushed the dull ache in my stomach away. Arie... ) But if you ask me, if something has to be done, it's best to do it now rather than push it off; and this, simply, had to be done. "Unless Trevor, like, totally changes his attitude between now. . how ... I'm so... ? It's so humiliating." I had both eyes teary now and was gazing up at his blurry features."Shhhh," he soothed, coming to the side of the bed. "You have nothing to be ashamed of at all." He placed a hand on my fluttering stomach and fingered the fine lacework of the garter belt. "It's very understandable," he continued, moving his fingers slowly down towards my shaved mons pubis, "that in your helpless state..." I am," I pleaded. "I'm completely helpless. He could have done. A trifle too far, if the covered wagons under attack was any judge. What he could see of the weapons were muzzle loaders. Probably 1840's. He pushed the stem and was standing next to the plane when the kid ... with the GPS unit in his hand ... stepped out.The kid freaked. Remember, Bill is bigger than any two men. Carrying the kid by his belt, Bill stepped out the side door and chopped the older fella standing guard in the throat. It didn't kill him but he was going to be drinking soup through. It's is almost tradition to let kids grow up almost wild." She looked out the window as she spoke."So Jenny was likely the product of neglect," Simpson said. "You saw the signs but you did nothing, doesn't that bother you?" Of course it bothers me. I am stretched between my job, and what I think is right. If I put the school system in jeopardy of a being sued, I'm out of a job."She spoke to Simpson, so I got to watch her demeanor. She really was concerned about the job thing. She obviously.