”“That’s better. Cum with me to the Casbah.”We settled into an easy way of life. Days came and days went. More and more of the girls began spo...ting little pooch bellies. It shouldn’t be long before they would all be knocked up. Then what? I had grown so accustomed to non-stop nookie that the threat of an end to the nookie train left me in a cold sweat.“Is this going to be the end of the nookie?”, I wondered aloud.“Don’t worry, Gramps. All of us had a biologic imperative to have you impregnate. Just as the boys were leaving, Mr. Gerard entered the shack. They quickly told him about the new girl and about Driscoll not giving them enough time to grab her. Gerard told them he'd take care of Driscoll and gave them late slips as they left. Now we had one of the teachers and all four boys. We needed more, so we continued to watch.About five minutes after Gerard entered the shack, Driscoll slipped through the door. He didn't give her time for anything. He slapped her hard and yelled at. They just went secretive about it. I certainly wouldn't blab!The year I began high school, Rachel and Jenny (who had been exceptionally close to me in grade school) got panicky, but never revealed what we did at home. I was only going to be separated from them for six hours per weekday.In phys. ed. class, I finally learned about sperm, sex, and the mechanism of pregnancy. (I told you - the parents should never have had kids!) Unofficially, when pressed for an answer, the gym teacher let on that. Therewere stories that had illustrations. Photographs ofladies in tight PVC and latex corsets, leather cat suitsand skin tight rubber dresses. Looking closer most ofthe ladies were more mature and the males were youngmen.As Fiona looked through the magazine she noticed oneparticular story had been read more than once, it evenhad stains on the pages. She was intrigued to find itwas about a mother that dominated her son. The woman wastall and dark haired just like her. She was slim withlarge.