Confused, I looked up at her and said, “Oops? Are you that drunk?”“Are you that naive? How else was I going to get you into bed? I've been sendi...g you signals for months, but you never seemed to receive them. Finally, I bought that damn doll just so I could get you here.” she said to me without missing a stroke. Then she added, “Now, are you going to fuck me or do I have to go get that damn doll out again?”I looked at her and it finally clicked. A brick, yup, that's what it was, I had been as. “No way,” Candy’s manager told them, “cameras or no cameras, I already paid you to fuck, so fuck. And practice your choking skills. If you kill her, use those paddles over there. 1-2-3 clear; it’s not rocket science.”Day 9, take 835.“Cut.”Candy was never conscious to hear those words before. Was it finally over? She remembered to crossher eyes and stick out her tongue, but she was pretty sure she didn’t die yet.Her manager was kicking chairs and slamming any phone within reach to the floor. “I. Lady leaned forward just a little to sniff Hannah’s tiny hand then looked at Amy and me. She curled into a ball next to Amy’s feet until we placed Hannah into her bassinette then she moved to lie just in front, staying there until Amy had to feed Hannah about an hour later.Mom and Dad stayed with us for two weeks. Mom was a big help, but I knew that Dad was only there so he’d get some decent meals. He had never been too good with young kids although he was great with our three older girls. . I was confused by the whole thing and kept mentally referring back to that David Duchovney movie. She didn’t seem the least bit disturbed by what she had done. No pesky morals getting in the way. No bell going off inside her head saying, ‘Hey! You just killed your baby!’ None of that. If anything she seemed kind of proud about it. Almost euphoric. She asked me if I had ever done it, and I said no. When pressed to give an explanation of why, I told her simply, I could never have a child. That.