It had no more punch than her hit. Amy could have gotten out of the way of that kick when she was three years old. I just stood there, making no attem...t to defend myself. Megan looked at Amy and screamed at her."God damn it! You're his Protector and Guardian! I'm attacking him! Defend Him! Kill me!"I didn't even have to give Amy or Cindi any instructions. With tears in their eyes, they just turned their backs on Megan and me and ignored us. They knew Megan was no threat to me. They had seen. "What's up?" Evans asked."Pregnant women 'practice' having the baby. That is, the uterine muscles contract periodically. For some women it goes on for five months. Weena only began a week or two ago. When they come ten minutes or less apart, it's time to race to the delivery room." I said."One might describe it more elegantly, but that's about it. On top of that, Patrick likes to kick my bladder. That's not fun, either. But it'll be over soon. By the way are you religious?" Are you kidding?. I was too scared to move them, to truly kiss my father. I just held them against him. Trembling. I wanted to moan. To groan out how hot this made me. More and more warmth rippled out of my snatch and... His hand rested on my thigh.A whimpering excitement shot through me as I felt him rubbing my thigh right above my knee. I wanted to jam my tongue into his mouth. I pulled away, my cheeks burning. They had to be so scarlet. My heart screamed in my chest. I wanted to confess to him. I wanted to. “They are growing up,” Harry replied glaring at Jack. With far more anger in his voice than he would ever imagine using on Jack, he added, “We’re teenagers moving into adulthood. She is! I am! We are growing up! We are learning the lessons of life!”Jack stepped back and stared at Harry. The comment about growing up echoed in his head. Greg stared at Harry for a moment and then turned to look at Sam just in time to see the young man nod his head in agreement.He was about to say something when.