”“I thought you said we weren’t worrying about that!” Sophie said, although she admitted she liked the idea. She had seen a few streamers, and...wondered exactly how they made their money. She was well aware that some people would pay money just to see a girl, and was anxious she might attract some kind of creep. But on the other hand, it’s not like she could turn down the chance at popularity. The fact that she was even considering doing it, showing her face online where there was even a slight. What she couldn’t understand was the feeling of dreadful temptation swelling within her gut. It was tiny --barely a spark-- but it was there, scratching at her from within.When she took too long to answer, he prompted, "What do you want?"You want to hang up the fucking phone, Willow. Now. Tell him that, then do it.Willow closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead. She listened to her own unsteady breaths for a second. "I want… " she said, pausing to moisten her dry lips, "I just want to go back to. " Hopefully the warmth in my voice would bounce around her subconscious in such a way that helped bring her some peace.She needed it. My fiancée had gone through a riot of emotions last night, trapped between what she wanted to do, what seemed the most practical, and what she thought she was supposed to do. None of those concepts were very concrete, either: the two options of 'keeping the baby' or 'aborting the baby' took turns being what she wanted, what was most practical, or what she was. Me excited ho utha or vo mere jence pe saff dikh raha tha vo meri or badhi or muje halka sa kiss kia or boli ab der kyu laga rahe ho chalo na fir mene nisha ko chumna suru kia wah unke hot kya hot the vo jese tadap rahi thi vo bahot exited ho gai thi vo wild banne lagi muje har jagah chum rahi thi uane meri pent khol di . Jese hi usne meri undrwr nikali mera land tan k khada tha. Uska muh khula hi rah gaya.Mene pu6a kya hua. Vo boli etna bada.?? Or boli mene to aaj tak suna hi tha aaj dekh bhi.