..musthave....reproductive function...*RHAAAH!*" Lisa brushed her face, thespores were tiny but she could just barely feel them."But...this plant....e...aggerated female organs....could these be....ovum?Some new spore? Ehh....No....no they can't be spores....or ovum...they'reabsorbing into my skin....nnnh...*AUUUHHN!* No plant spore will do that."But before she could come up with an alternative explanation, theeleventh orgasm was fully upon her; seizing her will and drowning hermind in an ocean. "You and I have really had some very hot times in here since that day. So tell me, why are you feeling badly?" Well, one simple reason, Philip, I'm pregnant -- with your baby," Beverly said as she stood there in front of his desk."No shit?" Philip said in surprise but then in immediate realization that Beverly was surely still childbearing age and he and her hadn't done anything to keep her from being knocked up during several unprotected fucks he'd had with her."Beverly, I won't beat around. Somehow he got through Mom's funeral, with Joey and Sasha acting asbookends to keep him propped up. He demanded that Sasha wear Mom'sfavorite one of his outfits, the one she liked to borrow for dressyoccasions. Joey approved and Sasha got his emotions in check longenough to be dazzling.Michael Kelly's funeral was grand New York City pageantry. Thirty yearveterans get a hell of a turnout, especially when gunned down. TheMayor was there and it seemed everybody who ever wore a cop uniform inthe. Besides, what are you going to do? She blew me a kiss, smacked her ass and walked in. I quickly followed her, thinking it might lead to the basement or something. It was your standard janitors closet, about the size of a small half bathroom full of buckets, mops, various cleaning liquids and some basic tools. Boo! She jumped out of one of the corners, not startling me one bit. Aw, no jump, youre no fun. So, you think Im kind of cute hmm? Not when youre yelling at me. Hmm. Show me your tits..