.." Then helooked at me and said, with a grin, "I've heard you're a literature andart expert, counselor."I blushed. I don't know what had gotten int... me but I kept blushinglately; maybe, hopefully, it was a pregnancy thing. Jess laughed andsaid, "What have you been up to, Jessa?"'Jessa' made me regain my composure. "I'm no expert. I just reallyliked the exhibit." I turned to Ellen and said, "Sorry if I monopolizedthe docent. I was talking my head off." I did but the funny thing was,as. I pulled the ski mask from my pocket and pulled it over my head after checking once again for any neighbors out and about. The last thing I needed is some nosy neighbor calling the cops. Crouching now, I sidled up to the door and found it unlocked. Silently, I opened the door, and holding the gun in front of me, entered. I could see the flickering light of a TV in the next room. My soft soled shoes made only a whisper of a sound. I saw him sitting, facing the TV.I stepped between him and the. Simon told me to stand up, I did and they both took my blouse and skirt off; Simon started kissing and caressing me, whilst James pulled my thong to one side and released my cock from its tucked position – though my cock is a lot smaller then theirs was, as James put it into his warm begging mouth it soon sprang to attention. Wow! This was turning into the greatest sexual adventure I could ever have dreamed of. After a while of being sucked and kissed, I lay on the bed and removed my killer. I caught glimpses of other people’s thoughts.“Poor woman.” “Poor baby.” “Never should have been left.” “Wait until her husband hears.” “Burial.” “Baby.” “Baby boy.” “Kyle.”Death in 1873 was common. Death in childbirth was not uncommon. Life was hard, even in the better strata of society. People mourned and moved on. I moved. With my baby. They didn’t know. Wouldn’t know for weeks that his father was not returning. Poor Katie took care of little Kyle as she tried to tend the store and get ready.