’ ‘Yes, she is Mother.’ ‘No…No…NO THAT THING IS NOT YOUR CHILD!!’ ‘DAMN IT MOTHER, I AM THE ONE WHO MADE ANGIE PREGNANT.’ ‘AND JU...T HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT YOU ARE THE FATHER?’ I looked at my Mother, and with a quiet voice filled with malice said, ‘I know that Angie’s baby is mine, the same way that your husband knows he is my father.’ Mother, went quiet. ‘No, you will not do this to me. I want that thing aborted. Do you hear me?’ Just as quietly I said, ‘Yes Mother, I hear you…but now hear me.. .. But, it's only a slight one, and I'd be willing to bet you that in a week or so, I won't be able to detect any." "So, I take it that what you're saying is: you think that my heels haven't finished with you yet?" "Yes. That would be my guess." "Okay." Kelly curiously prompted. "So, tell me. What leads you to that conclusion of yours?" "Two things. One, your complexion is, shall we say, a smidgen or two more bronze than mine is. And secondly, our tan lines. Or, I really should have. Got it? I bet she's spasming pretty good about now. Move around a bit. Feel those rings spasming? Yeah, I guess you do. Looks like you better back off and slide something else home before you get things too messy.Hell man, use your imagination. You're on your knees. Slide up and see how well you line up. Yeah. She's just the right height isn't she? Funny about that don't you think? Sometimes Mother Nature gets something right. This is one of those times.Hey, forget trying to slam home like a. "I'm sorrrry, The picture was a mistake it wasn't suppose to be sent to you I'm soo embarrassed. :(." Paul replied a minute later saying that it was okay as long as it stays between them and this doesn't happen again. Amy laid awake that night in shame not sure how she was going to face her uncle the next day when they were going over to his house to have a cook out. "Fuck." Amy exclaimed as she covered her head with her covers and rolled on her side.Paul was rather shocked receiving such a.