I couldn’t believe I was going to be a father. I knew it was a possibility for the last two weeks, but now it was a certainty. I had bred my little ...ister. I wanted to strut around like Clint with two women on my arms. I remembered at the end of last year, both Melody and Pam so pregnant, practically glowing as they walked with him.I wanted to do that strut with Jenny. But she was my sister. It was illegal for me to knock her up. If she were my cousin...“The library?” Jenny asked as she came. ”“Kim briefed me,” she said, showing us into a conference room, and motioning for us to choose seats. “By the way, I don’t know what you’ve done for Kim, or what favours she owes you for. And I don’t really want to know. But she put me on very clear notice about all the horrible things she will do to me if I give you anything less than the best service.”I laughed.“We go way back, Kim and I,” I said. “I think we both owe each other a lot.”Judy took a notebook and pen out of her briefcase, then. "Ok girls. Which of you would like to sleep in a bunk bed?" asked Anneas they had their dinner."Why?" asked Sandra."Well, how is Kelly going to sleep in your room otherwise?" shereplied."So, they're going to live with us?" said Jessica."Not just yet," said Anne. "But soon, maybe." What's a bunk bed?" asked Edward."It's two beds, one is on top of the other. Who ever sleeps in the topbed has to climb a ladder to reach it," said Anne."I'll sleep on the bottom," said Jessica. "I don't fancy being. After the death of my father, my mother had to take a job clerking at a clothing store just to keep food on the table. Things were really tight financially and we managed to scrape by only because my mother’s aunt baby-sat the three of us kids for nothing when my mother was working. Mom’s in-laws helped her with groceries and added to our meager wardrobes on birthdays and at Christmas. We were stuck in a revolving door going nowhere. We kept going nowhere until I was sixteen.That’s when.