" She noticed how I rubbed my arm and wrist. "What's wrong?"I laughed ruefully, "You slept on it all night and the circulation got cut off. It's start...ng to ease now." I'm sorry," she told me with tender concern."This has become one big cluster fuck of a mess." She flinched at my raw speech. I cleared my throat and shook my head. "I'm worried about what is going to happen next. Daniel seems to think they will back off once you are pregnant, but they won't. They will go after you all the harder.. I just stood there. She came near me, palmed my shoulders and hair, finally her hands reached behind my head. She pulled my head towards her face with both hands, and gave me a nice kiss. She sucked my lips fully into her mouth. Unknowingly, I also hugged her. Her hands came to my buttocks, began palming there. “Honey, you’re so sweet” she said. She removed her towel; it was nice to see her in bra and panties. She removed my towel too. I watched with surprise that her red panty is getting wet. Then that somebody searched the Web until she or her found these pornographic pictures, downloaded them, and composed new pictures with digital technology. That’s why digital cameras are forbidden at concerts these days – people take pictures of singers and sell them to the tabloids after working them over to make the stars look too fat or too thin or pregnant or on drugs. Or all of the above. Every supermarket shopper in America has seen at least 20 doctored photos, and none of them could tell. That’s the way nature intended it. When Michelle began dating Mike, she instantly knew that she was fortunate. Mike was a real man in an era where there was a dearth of them. Mike was a blue-collar African-American stud. His father Louis Haverhill was the Fire Chief for the city. His mother Eleanor Smith Haverhill was a community college professor. His brother James Luther Haverhill was a college football player. His sister Andrea Lucille Haverhill was a policewoman. The Haverhill family was.