Daddy did not sign the birth certificate so I had to do so making me legally responsible for supporting the boy. Jacob Johnson was as black as Daddy ...nd looked nothing like me but he bore my surname. I nursed the baby in the hospital which amused the nurses. Few fathers had ever nursed a baby. We took Jacob home after 4 days in the hospital. I would not get a full nights sleep for months. A crib had been set up in the attic room and I moved my things in there. Only I would hear the. "Nonsense. I want her to have it. It will give you a start on your own collection. In a few months I expect to see that wall covered." Thank you, Marissa," exclaimed Cherie hugging the librarian and Marissa, for a moment, lost herself in the warmth of Cherie's body and spirit."It's been wonderful but we'd better be getting back. Cherie has school tomorrow and..." I understand. I've really enjoyed your company. Perhaps we can do this again, soon." What about that book of poetry?" asked. I’d love to know where you go in the evening so I could be standing there is my dirty rainmac, and spunk my pants watching you walk by. Would that be ok Miss, beautiful Miss, Girlie-Goddess?!”Doesn’t sound very appealing, does it?! God if I’d done that at school my life would have been hell. At work? Ostracised, sacked, certainly humiliated. In the 60s and 70s being a ‘wanker’ was not something anyone admitted to, and you would certainly have been shunned by all. Don’t get me wrong – I would. Me use nihare ja raha wo mere pass ai aur boli ese hi dekhte rahoge janu ya age bi kuch karne ka irada he.mene kha irada to ab bhut kuch karne ka he bs tm ijajat do usne kha ijajat kya jo karna he karo janu me to tumari hi amanat hu.mene use god me uthaya aur bedroom me le jake bed pe leta diya.uski 9ty ko upar kiya aur uske pero ko chahtte hue use sar tak gaya ankho ko chuma gaal chate kan chate aur fir use kiss karne lga mene uske muh me apni jib gusa rakhi thi aur usne mere muh me aur hm ek.