Turner asked her to have John come in for a few tests. ‘What are you talking about? John yelled. ‘There’s nothing wrong with me! I don’t need ... Doctor to tell me what I already know. Just forget it!’ Paula thought it better to drop the subject for the time being. Four months later, her menstrual cycle was still right on time. Temperature charts, holding his sperm inside as long as possible, nothing worked. Paula brought up the subject again after a satisfying love making session. ‘Honey, please. ‘My turn now,’ he said. She felt his hand in the middle of her back, keeping her down on the hood of the car. She tried to turn and look back at him, but he was pressing her down too hard. Then she felt it, the head of his cock, rubbing up and down the length of her slit, spreading her juices. ‘Is this what you want?’ he said. ‘Yes,’ she gasped. She tried to push out against the intruder, but his hand on her back kept her from impaling herself. ‘How about this?’ he said. She felt the head. I had to treat her with absolute respect; do whatevershe said or my father would be told and she would seeto it I was out of the house. She said my father lovedher and would rather disown me than lose her. She saidhe would certainly withhold any future financialcontribution to my college education and I would be outof luck and on my own.I could not believe what I was hearing! In my heart Ifelt certain my father wouldn’t do all that to me. ButI also knew my father was a very different man. It was a war between two sides of an internal conflict. It was brother against brother like the Solomon solution to dividing up the baby. Only in this case, the baby was real and the demarcation line was the Mason-Dixon Line between two separate worlds of the same formerly united nation.I quickly initialed the place indicated by the Sergeant's big ugly thumb and got back into the ranks hoping to stay unnoticed for the time being. It was strange for me to be in such a place and watching history.