”“If it is within my power I will certainly try, Monsieur l’Comte.”The Comte resumed.“You know his name, my son?”“Oui.”“My wife left...a note to me giving her opinion regarding how my son should be named.” He shrugged his shoulders in that archetypical Gallic gesture.“I followed her advice. His name is ‘Charles Phillip’ — after me; ‘August’ — after my father; ‘Martin’ — my wife’s father’s name, and finally ‘Christian’ — in honor of our Christian majesty, Louis. What a pleasant coincidence, for I. Release no longer means escaping. It no longer means going back to my life. Release is being able to stand up. I close my eyes and begin to silently cry.“I have good news and bad news.”At the jarring sound of her voice in the quiet room, I open my eyes, suddenly scared. I thought I pleased her!She continues to talk while freeing me from my bonds.“First the good news. You did an exceptional job. You earned a meal.”She helps me to the floor. The strap-on moves, it’s still uncomfortable, but I do. Apparently, inspite of her tiny breasts, which weren't actually so tiny any more, she had an abundance of milk. But she only nursed Katlin's baby when Katlin was busy. Kate's breasts were also doing a fine job as baby feeders. I couldn't see that well inside the car and was dying to give everyone a hug. But when the car came to a stop the first thing that happened was this attractive woman got out of the car, unloaded her pack and eventually set off going north after a friendly goodbye to. Back away from the public area Bess the landlady asked her daughter what the hell she was playing at.“I need the money and they have already got play things so the worst that’s going to happen is I get felt up.”“It’s your life, I should be shocked but actually it sound like fun. I wonder if I would ever get asked the same.”“Why not, lets face it getting pregnant at thirteen means that you still young even though I am twenty. Why don’t you help me take in the mains.”Bess did and was pleased to.