Katie shivered as she depressed the plunger. When it was empty, Molly pulled it out, wiped it off and put it back in the bag."Nothing's happening," Ka...ie said. Ten seconds later, her belly gurgled, a long, wet rumbling sound. "Blorrpburbleblurble..." Ooh," Katie groaned, "it's cramping up!" Her big belly tightened, the contraction rippling through her stuffed guts. "Oooooh! Oww oww!" she moaned.Molly grabbed Katie's hand and rolled her onto her back. "Put your knees up and spread your legs,". They need some emergency filing and you’re the best I’ve got. Take your things with you as the office may be locked up down here by the time you’re done.’ Sharon hurried to the bathroom and whipped the t-shirt and handkerchief off in one move. She washed her hands and face carefully, taking care to get under the nails and remove the smudges from her cheeks. She released her hair from the rubber band which she had used to hold it up in a loose bun and the straightened locks and the thick mass. He was restless and, after changing into his pajamas, went down stairs to the den and turned on the TV. Soon his head lolled onto the back of the sofa, on which he sat, and his eyes closed."I heard the TV. What are you watching?"He jerked up, startled, and looked around."Oh, it's you, Mom. Nothing special. I was just feeling restless."She sat beside him, and rested her head on his shoulder."We have to talk! You have to be the man of the house now, for me and the girls."His arm went around her. "What are they like?" she asked, explaining that she'd never seen an example of that kind of the cinematic art. "Do they have real stars? Where do you get them?" No, they don't have real stars," Hal told her. "Mostly the guys who make them use prostitutes, I believe. But you'll be able to tell that quick enough, I guess. As for where you get them... Just about any place. I have a couple I picked up in Denmark when I was over there for a salesman's convention. Wasn't too much risk in smuggling.