Maybe she had had one too. Maybe she had drank more than she thought she had on Saint Patrick's Day. Maybe she had a stroke of some kind. A stroke. Th...t would explain a lot. A minor stroke that caused hallucinations, a blackout, a feeling of displacement. Anything else could be explained by the pregnancy itself.It didn't explain Frank, though. He had seemed so sure that he had magical powers. Or had Frank even been there that day? Had Frank ever existed at all?Stella wasn't sure of anything. What can I say, I’m a happily married slut,” she replied, referring to being married to Dan. She sucked on her cock a few more times. “Aren’t you going to find more pussy?”“No, two quick fucks and I’m out of action for a while. I’ll watch you enjoying yourself.” James watched as each cock came and she downed the cum from their condoms, except for the cock she sucked off and happily swallowed.“You truly are a married slut,” he said as she embraced him.“Thank you for the compliment and. ‘Good morning. I am the ‘Madam’ of the brothel that Pastor Tom and Mel have been visiting on a weekly basis for some six months. They came at my invitation, and I add that they had no hesitation in coming, because the girls and I were concerned at way we had lost direction in our lives. We were aware of the stigma that has been attached to our industry, but what placed the most pressure, caused the greatest stress, was that the very people who were applying the greatest pressure we also. Every move she made in that sleeping bag increased the tension. I felt like the teen boy lying in bed with a girl for the first time, not quite sure what to do.I began repeating to myself, ‘I am her father ... I am her father... ‘It took a while, but we slept. Just slept.The next morning, everything seemed normal. I compartmentalized what had happened that previous evening, and Kat was back being a tomboy. So I thought.Winter came, and Kat became busier at school, but we still went out together.