The first smack had her arching her back, ponytail bobbing; at the next smack, the hardest of all, she leapt to her feet, hands clamped to her smartin... backside.This was progressing just as I'd hoped. Now for the next surprise."I haven't finished with you yet," I said. "Fetch the slipper."Laura's eyes were wide. "Now? Before the cane?"I didn't answer, just folded my arms. She practically ran over to the cabinet, lifted the size twelve slipper down and carried it almost reverently to me. Before. The cold pit in my gut returned as I saw his concerned and sympathetic expression. Before he even said it, I knew, and I felt the tears rolling down my face as the next words came out of his mouth."I'm sorry, sir, but your wife lost the baby."Now, I've never had much of a temper until now. Sure, I'd been angry before, but nothing had ever pushed me into a murderous rage until this incident. Those so-called men had raped my wife, drugged her enough to kill her if she hadn't received medical. All bands dream of getting a contract with a major studio, but when it happens they are often disappointed. In this case, the studio wasn't all that big, and all they wanted from us was two songs, an A and a B side. Our contest winner, "Summer Nights", was the required A side, and I chose "Dynamite Day" as a B side. I reasoned that it was not all that great a song and would be no great loss when the company kept us from using it later. I could see that coming and had held out my rights to the. “So, want to learn the sex of your child?” Dr. Wilson asked.I nodded, the tears building and building. My heart felt so squeezed.“You are having a daughter. Congratulations. She looks healthy. Development is right on track for 18 weeks.”As he talked, I just stared at the screen. Daddy’s hand found my knee, squeezing me while Mommy held my hand. I could feel all three of us staring at the miracle. The third generation of daughters bred by Daddy.Melissa YoungLater that day, I couldn’t get the.