"The priest was desperately trying to guess if any other than Ursula were pregnant by him. Yes, Jan would be carrying his child too. In fact the pries... was not the cause of any of the pregnancies or at least they weren't from his sperm. The virile monk had knocked up all five."Leave it with me Doctor Starke. And if you suspect any others, let me know. I'll decide on the best way to proceed but I'm sure you know that this demands total discretion. Don't tell anyone including your pregnant. It was me who christened his penis as John Thomas, and I would sometimes feign my desire to posses it.Daddy just loved having me around, especially at this time in my life, he had always had a love of younger women, and never tired of my stories about my more adventurous friends, he was a p**o, I knew that terminology, but I did not give a fuck and had even enticed my closest girlfriends to sleep over, the ones that enjoyed sex.'I have a surprise for you my darling daughter', he said as he. She closed her eyes. Meanwhile outside, Sandra’s taxi slowly pulled into traffic and returned to Manhattan. It was around 7pm. Maxine was at home in her apartment, in one of the outer boroughs of New York. Despite being the final days of summer, it was still warm and humid. Just out of the shower and gleaming wet, she had slipped into an oversized white shirt. Casually, she left it unbuttoned. As she moved, the thin fabric swirled around her naked body. Holding her glass with cold sparkling. I stared at it, ringing in my hand and thought about answering it. A small voice said drop it and run, while another voice was both curious and concerned. Maybe I could help?I answered the phone.“Hello?" Ari! Huh? Wait, you're not Ari. Who the hell are you? Put my girl on the phone asshole." It was a man’s voice. A very angry man’s voice."She's not here at the moment. I found this phone on the floor and it started ringing. I thought maybe the owner had lost it and was calling the number to see.