He looked at me, confused. "What's wrong?" He asked, I tried to ask him what would happen if I got pregnant - how would I explain it to mum. I heard h...m say 'Pregnant! I didn't realise she wanted to have sex!' I couldn't believe it! All this time and he still didn't understand."Of course I want to do it now!" I exclaimed, "If only to get back at Josiah," his whisper just then had strengthen my resolve, "Now do YOU want to do it?" I asked him, somehow I saw a picture of him in bed, jacking off. He took on some bodybuilder poses for themirror, suppressing the urge to start laughing insanely. His face wasruggedly handsome, though shaven clean. His entire body had a rich tanand not a single sign of flabbiness anywhere. He felt like he couldbenchpress the world. "I am GOD!," he loudly stated. The laughter he had failed to suppressescaped his lips and a rich booming voice echoed throughout thelaboratory...Hanna shuddered, as if a cat had suddenly dragged its paws down herback. After having. I felt terrible, so told her if she wanted to stay in the laundry room, I would do all the cleaning of her rooms. She gratefully agreed, and I went about doing double duty. With Uncle Rod and Aunt Doris both helping, we finished the cleaning by noon, and that left only a few maintenance chores for Uncle Rod and I to do. Just after lunch, Christie's sister, Mary Ann, came for a visit. She had gotten married a year earlier, and lived about forty-five miles away, so visited every couple of. I was there about an hour when a pleasant Frenchman sat down at the table next to me. He ordered coffee and sighed, ‘Belle est pas?’ I knew that he said ‘Beautiful isn’t it,’ and I assumed he directed to me. ‘Me oui, tres beau,’ I replied agreeing with him. ‘Vous netes pas francais,’ he said stating that I wasn’t French. ‘No, je suis Americain,’ I replied telling him that I was American. ‘Vous parlez bien leFrancais, you speak French very well.’ I knew then that he spoke perfect English. ‘Thank.