You could be a nice birthday present for me,” she smiled to the loud cheers of the crowd.“By looking at your stomach it appears someone has alread... fucked you.”“Yes he has, I’m pregnant with twins,” she proudly proclaimed rubbing her belly.“I must say that pregnancy does agree with you. You look beautiful.”“Thank you, I agree too.”“How far along are you and when are you due?”“I’m about twenty-two weeks and due near the 25th of November.”“I don’t know what a twenty-two-week pregnancy with twins. James spoke sternly, “Do you want to take your chances barefoot and bare chested in the big world?” he asked, “Maybe you could make it to the whorehouse before you are raped and killed, eaten by a croc maybe, or maybe not. Otherwise you can take my collar, get fed, sexed, looked after, protected, what do you say?” “This has gone far enough!” Jessica protested, “Get Mamma!”“Don’t you dare speak to me like that you whore!” James snapped, “I gave you every chance, but you had to be a bitch, now. It was Saturday night again and I was at her place, she said her son would be by shortly meanwhile we drank and kissed and fondled. The knock on the door was soft and she opened the door, the girl came in and was she beautiful, wow, she was about five foot seven, trim with perky tits, blonde with and ass and legs that were eating material only, wow!We introduced our selves and she said her name was Jamie, all I could do was stare, mom broke the trance by smacking my butt, and offered up more. She learned to live with it until Adam insisted that she go to another doctor.This one was more concerned and had her go into the hospital for tests, tests which shattered her world and Adam's when they disclosed a brain tumor. It was inoperative. All she could do was live with a constant pain and a constant, haunting knowledge that the pain would go away soon, when she died. And then she did, and Adam was left with his grief, his memories, and a fourteen-year-old girl and eleven-year-old.