”Amelia sighed. “I visited her after her latest chemo infusion. Remember how sick she was the first time she had chemo? Well, now she’s much wor...e. It seems like she’s gotten weaker and sicker every cycle. Anyway, when I stopped by she was so upset and it troubled me. I begged her to say how else her friends could help her. At first she wouldn’t, saying it was more than any woman could ask of another. I insisted. I demanded. And finally she owned up.”She was silent for a moment as she. " Brian, like any expectant father was close to panic,but Lucy was impressed by the way he almost hid it all.The doctor looked up from Lucy's rear. "We're almost there," shesaid. "Now I just need one more push."Lucy pushed again and felt a movement."That's it," the doctor cried. Lucy carefully turned around asher baby started crying. Sucking air into his lungs for the firsttime.Lucy and Brian held each other as the cord was cut and the babywas dried and weighed. After what seemed like an. After six depressing months on the dating site he was finally going out with a real woman. The site, that promised much when he first signed up, had not exactly delivered. Every week he received lots of messages, but these were icebreakers and had been sent to every man on the site. Not one woman had shown the slightest interest in him. He knew that his profile picture didn’t exactly help. He was fifty years old, balding, with a middle-aged spread that was hard to conceal. Because he lived. She was tearing up a little now, having realized how utterly helpless she was. Misty was sitting beside Trixie's head, her arm around it, around those scarlet locks. She trailed her fingers across Trixie's face, finding the tears and painting Trixie's visage with what messages only my darling might know. "Yes Daddy," Misty said, "Trixie's asshole will be so tight for you, for your Boy. I know how bad that hurts." She smirked down at Trixie. "But first," I said, "get me the plaited belt. It will.