Her mother knew and understood. ‘what’s that my dear daughter? Tell me what you want….you know ill give you anything…just whisper my beautiful...darling…i’m here for you….’ summoning what breath remained within, divya repeated her words, forcing the sound from her lust-filled vocal chords. ‘kiss me please….take me….make me yours…make love to me…for god sake….don’t make me….’ before the words had left her mouth she felt her mother-in-law lower her soft ripe lips to hers and she melted into the. I let the team know that once I had an office manager, I was going to have him or her start looking for another new employee. I wanted an accountant, book-keeper, investment advisor type of person who would look after the trust and manage my finances. The Nancy Prescott Memorial Education Trust was already set up, on paper, and was just waiting for an infusion of capital. The first act of the new bookkeeper would be to transfer the funds from my personal accounts and get things moving.Since all. She was pregnant. They were going to have a baby. The baby probably wasn't his. She'd let another man impregnate her!His head and heart were in turmoil, doubts abounded. Fathering another man's c***d. Could he really do it? Could he love and nurture another man's baby?But he loved Jen. They'd played the game. She'd done only what he wanted her to do. He couldn't toss her out now. If he did, what kind of man would he be? He loved her, adored her even. Could he live without her?She sensed his. " Proud? Now searching data base. Unable to correlate present data with this proud, concerning my present condition." Sheila said after a moment of searching.I nodded as I thought about a reasonable explanation. "The best I can come up with is: feeling deep pleasure or satisfaction as a result of one's own achievements, qualities, or possessions or those of someone with whom one is closely associated." I stated rattling off the definition I saw in my mind.Sheila stared at me a moment as she.