“Alright I’m coming. Keep thinking.”By now I had my car keys and was slamming the front door. I raced desperately over to Whitcombe Street, whic... took me an agonising four minutes perhaps. I cursed myself for not having Bluetooth in the car so I could call the cops. Perhaps Faye would. Why hadn’t I told her to?When I got there Faye was standing on the corner, on her own.“He’s gone,” she told me as I rushed round to her.I went to embrace her, but found my hands were on her upper arms instead. I. ”“Well, that’s an understatement,” she giggled, opening the white, slatted blinds, letting in both the afternoon sunshine and heat of the day. “You were certainly the star of the show last night; don’t be surprised to receive a few offers.”“Not getting jealous, are you?” I teased as she moved towards me, sitting on the edge of the bed, her hand resting on my leg.“Well, I did wait up for you last night, lying on this bed like a jilted teenager.”“Waiting for what?” I asked, feeling her hand inch. "And you, Max, what do you think? Have I turned into a slut whose only future is to keep screwing more and more men in front of a camera?" Absolutely not! As I told you on the phone, I can get you some catalog jobs." That pay next to nothing," added Kevin."I admit, they aren't as lucrative as some of the porno offers but they are legitimate modeling and perhaps after a time, when all this current hubbub blows over you could..." Oh, come on," argued her husband, "her career in legitimate. As my hips swayed before him, I caressed my body with my hands, running them lightly over my breasts, down my flanks to my hips, and finally back over across my mound and up my belly. At the time, my belly was just beginning to swell with the life growing inside me. While I was still able to wear regular clothes, there was a soft, subtle roundness to my lower abdomen that revealed my condition to those that might care to look. Chris found it incredibly sexy and I knew it. I swayed gently to.