A few minutes later Paige called me in showing me the pee stick thing seeing that it has 2 lines saying she was pregnant I felt so bad for her being 1... and pregnant I asked her what she is going to do all she could keep saying is shit over and over again.Even tho I wasn’t the one that got Paige pregnant I tried to be supportive every way I can scouting the internet for her looking for the nearest abortion clinic luckily I found her one but that downside of it was she had to come clean to her. .. in all her naked glory... and tall stripety socks.My pants fall as I hop to my feet. I pull her to me, arms around, our bodies meld together. (this is where I want to be... right here... forever) But first I have something to say..."I'm gonna fuck the shit outta you!" I swagger, as I throw her (a little to hard)(sorry)(I'm new at this)(why's everybody riding me today?) to the couch. She was smart enough to land lengthwise on the couch before I descend... I come down on top of her, one knee. Ever since the commencement of this meeting I have felt persuaded that we are up against an attempt which has already begun. I hope that it is not too late and that your inspector has not been the first victim." My dear sir," exclaimed the Prefect of Police, "you declare all this with a conviction which rouses my admiration, but which is not enough to establish the fact that your fears are justified. Inspector Vérot's return will be the best proof." Inspector Vérot will not return." But why. Once at the shop, Jesse had raved about what a good kid I was and my parents had suggested they pay to finish up the car for me as a birthday gift. Jesse had sent the seats out to be recovered the day after we took them out and then delivered the car to the body shop for paint last Friday when I left for the party. This gave them plenty of time to paint the car and put the new seats and carpet in before today. “This is because of the great job you have done this year in school,” Mom said. Dad.