"That could work, I suppose," she said, her voice still full of uncertainty."Everything will be fine," I assured her. "You'll see." Maybe. But it stil... sucks that things have to be like this."There it was. A tacit admission of what I'd feared most ... that my problems with Dave were a source of stress for Eileen. I had to reassure her somehow."It does suck, Eileen. And I feel bad for you, because I know that in some ways, I brought this on you." You don't have to blame yourself, Pat. It's. Except for authorized reproduction, of course, and nowadays artificial insemination has made even that superfluous. I'm not the squeamish sort, but just the thought of having a male's thing inserted into -- ugh!" But, mother Gayla, I love --" Don't talk to me about love, foolish child! Love is when you pledge a lifelong commitment to a person, as Cornelia and I have done. Love is when you make sacrifices to raise a child, and believe me, it hasn't been easy. Love is the traditional bond between. The next morning, Rob woke me up when he got up before me (he is an early riser) and went to take a shower. I went back to sleep for a little while then I got up too and went to take my shower. I felt a little sore but good too. After I had my shower and got myself ready for the day, I put on a new yellow silk bra and matching yellow thin silk bikini panties then I looked at myself in the full length mirror in our bathroom. I could see my dark nipples through the thin silk bra and my hairy dark. “Bitsy? What about her?” I asked.“Well, er, no, it’s not about Bitsy. It’s about her next baby.”I knew where this was going.“Her next baby? What about this potential, theoretical, person?”He took a deep breath.“You see, Phyllis and I love Bitsy to pieces. I never knew that kids could be so great and being pregnant and having babies makes Phyllis so happy. So, I was wondering, and, and Phyllis was wondering too, if her next child could be, that is...”“Whether you could be the father of her next.