I sensed she wanted to talk. Her eyes took in the room to see if anything had been moved since her last visit, and she was visibly nervous.I turned to...her and asked, "Would you like to brush my hair for me? We can chat if you want."She leaped off the bed and took my hairbrush.I could see her face in my mirror, and she had the tip of her tongue in the corner of her mouth, a family trait I recognized as concentration. Her hands were steady, and she worked the brush through the tangles with. "We are," Sara said, before I could even respond.I looked over at her with a smile on my face. We hadn't talked much aboutwhat we'd do when the baby arrived, but it was clear she wanted to bepart of our lives, and I wanted that just as much. I knew we were movingfast, but I also knew this felt completely right.What didn't feel right was the cold gel on my stomach. Well, I guess itfelt right - I mean I had no idea what it was supposed to feel like,having never been pregnant or a woman before -. Mainly Erica’s body.“No!” she blurted. “That’s not what I meant!”“Get in bed, Erica,” said the man who now held her future in his hands.“No!” she said again, but she wasn’t talking about what he had just told her to do.He stepped toward her and her eyes registered that his own eyes had dropped to her breasts. His hands, still holding the blanket, came toward her and it looked to her like a wall of cloth was about to push against her. His hands, through the blanket, pushed at her shoulders and. And Heather had been able to take it as long as she was in control and went at her own pace.But now he was going to be fucking her and he was a bit worried he would get a little too over-zealous with her in the heat of passion."Heather, honey, if things get to be too much and you need to stop for a moment or want to stop completely, just say 'red light', okay?"If you say 'red light', I will know that you need to take a break and I will stop immediately. I don't want to hurt you, sweetheart, and.