I reach into my pocket slowly. I extract the three pieces of paper and unfold them slowly and deliberately. I tell her simply “You’re screwed”. ...er look doesn’t change. There is no way she can fathom what I have prepared. I continue. “I am sterile”Her look changes just a bit. Something is beginning to sink in. Naturally, she reverts to women’s logic. “You’re full of shit. You’re trapped and you know it”.I hold up the letter and the test results. “Three months before we met, I had a vasectomy.. A package?, Yes just look between the flowers and yes there was no more between, panty, s. I was surprised that is really not necessary I gave him my answer, it was answered, they were broken anyway. I would have liked to know that she wants to fit you, he asked. Really? Yes, I'm on it, he said sweetheart. Okay then, was my answer and I sat in front of him in the seat to fit the new pantyhose. He had a full view of my horny wet slip when I wanted to put on the tights. Stop, he shouted you're. “Hi, Amanda. What are you still doing here? Cindy should be home by now.”“Yeah, well, Cindy got back and remembered that Robbie is having dinner at a friend’s house today, so she decided to get her nails done before you got back. She asked that since you guys wouldn’t be needing me to watch him, if I could still stay a while and prep some veggies for your dinner, so I said sure.”Instantly, a wicked thought came to mind. He eyed the petite five-foot teenager, her shiny golden hair, small, but. "Here, but that don't matter. Lewis needs my money, and he really wants the other shit in that bag. He knows me, and more than that, he knows where Mama and my brother live. He'll fuck them up until he finds out where I am."Ed drove for twenty minutes in silence. He was on Interstate 15, heading back to California. He was halfway to Stateline before he decided to get off the interstate and find a motel for the two of them. He didn't want Maria to get more hysterical than she already was. He.