"What happened to my niece who squealed about the 'yucky bugs and the nasty outdoors'?'" That was someone else, Aunt Ellen," Molly replied. "This war ...s forcing everyone to change. It certainly forced me to rethink things." I suppose," Ellen agreed without really understanding. "Do you have enough money to travel out here to California? Uncle John, your cousins and I can take you in until we find where your parents are." I don't have money but..." I'll wire some to you, dear," Ellen responded. This will be more of a romance-erotica than a pure erotica. As with my story Charlie you should expect a slow build.)I hear nothing but a low monotone droning ring. My clouded unsteady vision swirls and fades at the edges, I focus on the small tunnel of pale sight still available to me. There wasn't much to see but I focus nonetheless, I needed something to focus on so as to not be consumed by the screaming torture coursing through me. I can feel my weapon slip from my blood soaked hand. I had. We talked about the baby. No abortions for me. My parents made that decision. After many discussions and much crying, we (they) have decided to let someone adopt it. That is probably going to the hardest thing I will ever have to do. Mom and dad have contacted an attorney. I told them that if we were doing this, that I didn’t want to see, hold or even know the sex of the baby. I’ll deliver and it’ll be gone. Keep a sheet between me and the delivery process.I was upset but they were probably. "All sorts of creeps and weirdos spend time in the cemetery at night," Meredith had scolded. Going to the graveyard on Halloween wasn't exactly a smart move either, she'd said this morning. Lord only knows what types of crazy are out there then. She could be “raped or worse out there tonight." Annie slowly turned, and gasped with shock. The face she recognized, as well as the voice that softly whispered, "Annie, my sweet, sweet, Annie." She reached out a hand and tentatively touched his face.