I gently slid onto the bed next to Jane. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her close, stroking Margaret’s little head as Jane sobbed into my ch...st.After what was probably just a few moments, but felt like forever, Jane sat up straighter and wiped her nose on her arm.“Tyler, what are we going to do? I can’t lose another baby, I just can’t!”I was at a loss for words. While I might not have shared Jane’s physical connection with our babies, my emotional loss was still devastating. I had no. The gentle blue eyes, the soft skin and delicate features, the long blonde hair that needed a good brushing but still complimented her face. How did she feel about the situation she was in? She considered her options: find the store and demand a reversal? Or? the phone rang, breaking her train of thought."Hello Darlene? It's Jack, I was wondering if you would be interested in breakfast?" Darlene considered her answer carefully, it would be very important. Last night with Jack had been magic,. I am the only who is frozen where he stands and all I can say is just "wow!". The dance last for a couple of hour and then we leave there.After we leave the dance club, I tell them that we will take a taxi for going to the hotel. They all say that it is too early to go back and we can continue in one of them's home. Then we notice that there is not enough place for everybody and girls are decided to sit on their boyfriend's laps. Then something strange happens! He says that he will sit on front. The days when I lovingly called it ‘kitten’, ‘pussy’ or even playfully ‘snatch’, were in the past. A love-hate relationship with it had taken hold, now that I had allowed it to become the centerpiece of my existence and the dictator of my decisions. I hated the swollen state in which it was all day even if I didn’t stroke it to life, and I hated that I could not control the wetness that seeped down my thighs as soon as I thought of my sweet, ruthless student. But most of all, I loved it,.