If they took the baby, then why didn't they also kill me? It didn't make sense.But an impenetrable wall was erected when I tried investigating any of ...his!"Let it go," I told myself, "Live your own life."As if I needed more repression, I was brought up Catholic and eventually I was married in a Catholic church to the first girl I ever dated.Almost two years later, when Cynthia (my wife) suggested we return to Disneyworld along with her brother (Victor) and his bride (Enke) who would be on their. As a practical matter, her body was all the poor woman had to offer. As I pondered how to respond to her offer, I looked at Wendy’s hands, I could see that they were trembling. “I’m not a whore Mike, at least I’ve not been until now,” Wendy began to cry softly and I damned-near cried with her. I took her trembling hands in mine and they were ice cold. I pulled her to me and cradled her.“I don’t think you’re a whore Wendy, or anything of that sort and if I accept this arrangement I want you to. The cabbie was ready to take up the task; to ask the tranny out for the night,The tranny liked men but the cabbie looked rude; and she was ready to put up a fight.The driver took off with toot of his horn; but his eyes had no time for road,His eyes were locked on the tranny; and he was thinking of shooting his load."I'd like to get into your knickers;" the cabby said with grin,"They're not quite your size or your colour; but your welcome to try to get in." What say we go to the park for a. Clementine looked from woman to woman questioningly. The wives were temporarily frozen in time. Not one made a move. Then Dana stepped forward. She knelt down to eye level with Clementine, gazing for a moment into her clear blue eyes."Sweetie, you are so pretty, I don't know how any of us could NOT choose to be your mother. So if it's all right with you, we ALL will be your mother. Is that all right?" Dana asked."Oh, yes!" she exclaimed, throwing her small arms around Dana's neck, and hugging.