Carol’s family didn’t mind she was gay. It was only when I came into their house when I heard the conversation that explained why. “She never ev...n told us who the father was,” said Carol. She leaned back on the couch in Brittany’s arms. They were both ready for bed. Brittany wore a tight white muscle shirt while Carol wore a night gown.“Can you believe this her sister got pregnant when she was sixteen and wouldn’t tell anyone who the father was?” asked Brittany. She reached a hand into Carol’s. There was a complete silence in the room. After long minutes of silence, I broke the silence by asking her name. She told her name as Sweta. Then I said I was sorry for my act.But she was like you should be. So now coming to her she was a good hot bomb with nice curves. She was wearing salwar. So after little talk we became friendly and started talking about our school life. She asked me whether I had and girlfriend to which I said yes many, but girls as friend.She asked me why so then I. ”Gotta love a supporting and loving wife.Then I pulled a bonehead move. I took Carla on a week’s vacation to Washington D.C. August is not the time to be on the mall. Carla was loving the sights and was especially impressed when I showed her the Fort Myers Va. post where I served. I also showed her the changing of the Guard at the tomb of the unknown. To me it was moving, but the rows and rows or white gravestones showed that freedom was not free. Unfortunately, the heat bothered Carla, and we. Well, me”“What did you do to her?” Morgan asks as she takes another step backward into the chamber as the girl takes another forward.“Did you not hear me?” the girl asks. “Maybe your ears need to be cleaned. Faith is me and I am Faith.” She cocks her head to the side. “Though I do not think I like that name. I think I shall call myself Jackie.”“Why that name?” Morgan asks as her head swings from the left to the right. She realizes now that she has mistakenly stepped into the chamber. When her.