She was pale.“I don’t feel so good,” she moaned.“Was it something you ate?” I asked, concerned that dinner might have made her sick.“Oh, i...’s something I ate, all right,” she sighed. “Something I want to eat again.”She stood up and offered her hand.“And my daughter just gave me permission to eat it.”“C’mon,” I said. “We’re both adults, here.”Eve looked at me with flashing eyes.“Don’t make light of this, Bob.”“I’m not!” I objected. “I’m just saying we’re not kids, who are full of hormones.”She. I liftedher bound arms over the back of the chair to allow her to sit upright. Usingcord from the car I tied her feet to the footrest, ran another piece from thehandcuffs to the brace under the back of the seat and wheeled her into the "playroom".Then I went to change my outdoor clothes for a comfortable top and pair ofsoft leather slacks. She was breathing heavily through the nostril inserts when I returned andgot her out of the chair. I held her standing between two 4' high metal postsset in. I couldn’t wait to get started. We went off to get more coffee, an headed off to the warehouse. She closed the warehouse doors, explaining that she wanted to keep the heat in the office. The warehouse was pleasant enough temperature, in fact, once I started working, I stripped down to my T shirt. I noticed DeeAnna staring when I flexed to pick up boxes that needed to be counted. She mentioned “that I was quite fit”! Quite a few times! I also noticed she would often work much closer than. My brain was screaming at me to slap his face, and run, but my body responded so forcefully, that before I knew it, I was lying across the bench and he was inside me."I've hated myself for days ... wanted to kill myself for months, but couldn't do that to Millicent and this one," she patted her stomach, to indicate the little one growing inside her.I stood still as a statue and let her talk. She could see the hurt in my eyes, but I gave no other outward signs of the turmoil I was.