I had set up a little business growing tomatoes and cucumbers and herbs, firstly selling it at a roadside stall and then, as word got around, supplyin... restaurants as well as private customers. That included a vegan operation run by an odd assortment of idealistic women. There was a pretty but very reserved Indian woman whose diet reflected her religious beliefs, and then a sparkling, lively woman married to a firefighter. And in the background, doing most of the preparation and deliveries, was. I know who did it and will be telling you when the time comes.’ Looking at Moose, I had to wonder if he killed the man himself. ‘Anyway, back to my story. I went to Vietnam, and what got me through the first year and a half was thinking about coming home to my wife and kids. It was a hell zone where it was hard to tell who was your ally or your enemy. Because of my mechanical background I worked in the motor pool and didn’t see a lot of action. ‘Then one day I got a letter from Marsha. It was. "No, please. I'm not on birth control." "Good bitch. You're going to have my bastard baby." "No." "Yes. Say it. Tell me you're going to have my baby." "I'm going to have your baby." He started to moan loud as his thrusts slowed down and he started to fill me deep with his second load. His face was all sweaty and read and he was practically yelling and shaking as he came hard. He pulled out and grabbed my hips raising them in the air and resting my weight on my shoulders on the bed. He wrapped. I didn’t move from my place, slowly her diminutive figure was in front of me, her face shimmering in the light from the fireplace.I looked into her eyes; she didn’t say anything but it was all written there. Without hesitation, I got up from my place and put my arms around her, eagerly pulling her willing body to mine. Breathing heavily, I brought down my hot lips to hers and kissed her intently. Mom responded positively pressing her mouth to mine and inserting her tongue inside my mouth.Oh.