" Not very talkative are you?" Don't have anything to say to you." That's too bad considering we have so much to talk about. Going to be here long?" N...." Got enough time to stop by and meet your kids before you leave?" Kids? What kids?" You left me pregnant when you split." I left you pregnant? Not fucking likely. We hadn't had sex in almost six months. The daddy is most likely Tom (the guy she was kissing) or one of your other boyfriends." You are forgetting what you did on the night you left. “OOW, Baby, you’re one steamy hot guy.” She said as she almost bit her tongue from the pain.“This must have hurt even if I wasn’t so sensitive.” She thought.“Fuck me good, fuck me hard!” she said out loud to hide her feelings.“The sooner he comes, the sooner this pain is over.” She thought as every thrust hurt her like hell, and she couldn’t stop the tears pouring from her eyes. She was happy she had no make-up on, so it couldn’t leak.She could quickly removed the tears with a simple movement. You look amazing in that dress!”“Thanks!” she gushed.“What about your glasses?”She usually wore thick-framed glasses at school.“I don’t need them unless I’m driving, reading, or trying to read the blackboard. I can do without them in gym class or like tonight when I don’t need to read.”“Driving?”“I got my learner’s permit this week. I don’t turn sixteen until January. Anyway, it says I need to wear glasses when I drive.”“A driving license is the key to freedom,” I said.“Yes!” Tracey agreed. “Miss Johnson, you’ve locked the door.”“Miss Johnson?”He stepped back and sat on the bed, his mind in a whirl, trying to find a rational explanation for what had happened. He looked over his shoulder and saw her pillow. He picked it up and closed his eyes. He held it against his nose and inhaled. He could smell her hair; the scent of her scalp in the fibres of the pillow case. It sent shivers through his body, and gave him that weird feeling in his cock, that he always got just before he became.