How do you expect me to feel? What's wrong with me, am I so terrible to look at that you don't want to make love to me anymore?"Jesus Mary, calm down....It's not like that at all and you know it. It's just that, well, ever since my heart attack I just feel like the... ah... exertion of making love too often might be too much for my heart. It's the same thing with going to parties and on vacation; I just don't feel comfortable doing that anymore." I see it's the exertion of it all. Well then. Pam was the one who opened the door and just before she fetched her brother she asked if I wanted a repeat. I didn't need to ask of what, I just agreed. She told me to come back at three that afternoon.I took a lot of flak that morning when I missed pass after pass as I played like I had two left feet. My mind must have been somewhere else entirely. Walking back, Sammy told me that he had to go out that afternoon to some cousin's wedding. I almost blurted out 'what about Pam' but just shut up. Now I had her fully back, and to me helping her raise another little human being wasn’t a price to be paid. It was a wonderful opportunity. Sue could see the truth and love in my eyes when I told her I didn’t care who the father was. The child was half her biologically, and emotionally he or she would be one hundred percent our child,As Sue and I talked things through, bit-by-bit she began to be optimistic about the future. Of course, she would have preferred that the baby she was carrying was. ’ ‘Ludvine told you that.’ she said remembering the threat the maid had thrown at Jezebel. ‘You actually believed her?’ she asked, her heart on her sleeve for a full 3 seconds. ‘Yes.’ he lied, wanting to hurt her. Jezebel was crushed and had to take a deep breath to prevent her emotions from coming out. Ludvine was right, she could make Jake believe horrible things about her. Sure he had caught her at the abortion clinic, but did he really believe her to be some cruel sadistic person? Only.