Bill was a big burly fella, just past thirty, and well muscled. He had been the high school football hero twelve years ago, and still looked like he c...uld reek some havoc on the opposing quarterback if he had a mind too. He never was good in school so he turned down several scholarships to big universities and went to a local trade school instead. He had never wondered whether he could play college ball, he knew he could. He did know however that he probably couldnt have kept up with the. The baby’s arm twitched. “Development looks correct and ... Ready to find out the sex of the child?”“Yeah,” my brother croaked. This was the second time he got to see a child since he bred Mom first, but he still sounded excited.Would it be a daughter like Mom was having, or a son that would mean I won the bet?“Do you think you’re going to win the bet?” I asked, my hand squeezing tight about his.“Bet?” Dr. Wilson asked, glancing at us. “What’s this bet?”“It’s naughty,” my mom said.“Oh, yes,” I. Then as subtly as I could, I enquired of the barman if he'd seen where Molly had gone, and with whom, if anyone.Whether he'd been slipped a few bob by Hamster -- or he was expecting the prick would prove to be generous later -- the barman informed me that he been busy and hadn't noticed that Molly had left the bar until after she'd gone. When I tried to enquire about Hamster, the barman made out that he had no idea who the guy was. It was all very unconvincing, as far as I was concerned. Of course, my cell could chime atany second and I'd be facing God-only-knows-what humiliations.I got out. Grabbed the pack with the clothes and shoes, my handbag.I checked my cell. But so far nothing.I crossed the car park, entered the hotel and found the bar. Lots oftables. Quite busy. Nobody really paid me any attention as I workedthrough the room and found a stool to perch on at the bar.I took my cell out and checked the special email address again. Nothing.The cell chimed. Shit. I thought I.