Instead, he poured the heated thickness of his potent seed into her convulsing womb, growling and snapping almost like a rabid dog would at the ecstas... he felt. His baby would grow here, for if she weren't pregnant now, she would be after the next time he took her. His son would nurse at her breasts, as he would too. Even after his child was born from her, he would want her. He could feel it. She was delicious.His tongue lolled out of his mouth, touching her skin, tasting the salt of her sweat.. Regretfully - besides thinking that the girl had gone completely gaga or something - I didn’t attach any significance to the receptionist’s reaction.It was only when I entered my hotel room -- to find my gear all turned out of my suitcases -- that I realised that something wasn’t exactly kosher. Then -- while I was still taking in the scene of devastation two rather large guys appeared out of the en suite, at the same instant as another two appeared behind me as if from nowhere. The second two. I would send a few wedding pictures, or of her as she progressed in her pregnancy. I wanted her parents to be part of this, even if they didn't want to be. I also figured that at some point, they would come around and accept our marriage. I was writing letters about once every two weeks.Once the semester had finished, we went back to Phoenix for the summer. We agreed that being with family when the baby was born would be important. We only waited another month before our little Courtney was. Except for a few female friends, I have told no one else. My husband knows as well, of course, except that he has no idea how it began.Well, it happened in November, eleven years ago. I was already 25 and lived in a small rural community. I needed a new prescription for the birth-control pill; consistent with how I always did things, I made an appointment with my family doctor, whom I had previously seenfor several years. He was a fatherly type, in his mid-50's, quiet andagreeable in his.