The last things I remembered from the night before was Teia's gentle, sibilant voice and her large, luminous eyes. We had kissed again and again for w...at seemed like hours. She didn't speak much of our language but she did know the word for beautiful - “Nefer, nefer, nefer Anatha !” I was touched and honoured.She was still fast asleep so I gently drew my arm from beneath her neck, kissed a lock of her hair then looked around for some item of clothing. I found a light robe and slipped it on. The. I brushed these thoughts out of my mind and pulledup the panties. They seemed a lot more sensitive on my hair-less skin andagainst my stubby penis.While I was washing my hands in the bathroom sink, an air conditioningvent was blowing down directly on me. It was really damn cold. All of asudden I felt this strange sensation on two points of my chest, likesomeone was sucking and squeezing my nipples together. It hurt....a lot.My knees weakened from the pain and I fell to the floor. I looked at. But that wasn't what he wanted either. According to Pa, the girls working those places thought their holes were gold mines. At two dollars a poke his money wouldn't last long. No, what he wanted was a woman of his own, one he didn't have to go all the way to town to see, one he didn't have to pay. By the time he had Tehachapi in sight, Patrick had his mind made up. There had to be a woman willing to give her services in exchange for eats and a bed.After tying Jenny up out front, Patrick sidled. Our son. With your name. We talk a lot and I know you want your son to have your name. I know I say no. I know I never allow myself to really imagine out loud. I know she will give you a son and I know he will have our son’s name. I know I will hold him and see her holding him. I will watch her taking this life for granted, desperate and helpless to do anything. How can I stand to tell you that, in my dreams, every night, our son bears your name? A name I will one day use for your son. How can.