“Maybe,” I said, trying to get more information.She was just looking at me again.“Can I ask a question?” I asked. She nodded so I went on. “...an you help me understand why you want me to get you pregnant?”“Because I love you, you dope!“ she said, instantly.“I get that part,” I said. “And I love you, too. But how does having a baby help you to not miss me when I go to college?”“I don’t know,” she said, slumping. “I guess I thought it would be like having a little piece of you with me, even though. ‘I see yer colour is returning, quite well in fact.’ she said to him, upon noticing the deep blush to his cheeks. Arabella raised his leg and checked the backside of his thigh, where the arrow had gone through. She lowered it gently and placed her hand on his thigh. ‘Yer healing well, Garreth. Ye should be up and aboot soon. Just gi’ those stitchings a chance tae keep the wound closed and ye’ll be fine. By the end of the week, ye’ll be up and swinging yer Claymore aboot.’ Arabella told him. Walking from Jenny was one, running from my meeting with Suzie was another, running from Rachel that last time was the worst, and the very decision to run away from home, of course. Each of those was a binary decision that permanently and drastically changed the course my life was taking.Here I was, standing outside the door of the biggest fork of them all. We had a life planned for each other. It was a sensible life, one we could have made work. She had done what she had planned to do with it;. It doesn't bite."Jack dropped his hand between her thighs, feeling the soft smooth skin as he slid his hand higher and higher toward the brown-haired thatch. Then the tip of his finger touched the soft lacy petals of her inner lips standing proud above the puffy outer lips. The softness of her tit and thigh suddenly was rough and course in comparison. She was wet and ready when his finger slid up and down among the lips and as his finger carefully pushed inside her, she was staring intently.