She immediately hit me. “What do I look like, your baby machine?” She asked, faking anger. “More or less” I said. “Okay then, maybe you have...thirteen names to go with your ego” She said. “I do. Let’s see Tyler, Oliver, Gertrude, Donald, Lucifer, Damien, Jesus, Cain, Able, Peter, and Val.” I spouted off as quickly as I could think of em. “Interesting choices…but I only count eleven, and only one is a girl” Holly said. “Guess I should have some girl names…how about…Slutty and Skanky” I said,. A nice surprise. I was able to replace the wheelset of my skates in time, and the show went off smoothly. After the show, I was changing out of my costume when Ingrid came into the dressing room. She was still wearing her costume, which included a very sexy short skirt. ‘There you are, Steve,’ she said. ‘I wanted to thank you again for what you did. You really saved me.’ ‘Don’t forget the part where I saved the show,’ I said, smiling. ‘It wouldn’t have been much of a show without our prettiest. The tears leaked past her clenched lids, staining the soft pillowcase with their salty worthlessness. After a few moments of his thrusting, her body adjusted and provided the lubrication it needed to keep from tearing. The bed creaked and squealed with his thoughtless humping. She rubbed her face on the pillowcase, hiding the evidence of her pain, and moaned as he liked her to. Wiggling her rear, she forced herself onto her hands and knees. He gripped her hips, gently for once, and stroked in. Hope I see you soon." Me too. 'Bye, Moira."Mr Broad rang right on time. "Moira, welcome home! I gather everything is sorted. The last time we spoke things seemed pretty dire." Yes and I'm afraid it's still not an entirely happy ending. My father had a second and fatal heart attack on Tuesday and my mother is going to be in permanent psychiatric care but at least I'm free. Free to marry my now fiancé and free to start work again." Oh dear. That is sad but overall I imagine you're pleased it's.