The following days were a mixture of wonder and despair. Jessie was not sure how her mother would react at the news of her pregnancy. She was worried ...Gina would be mad but I promised Jessie that would not be the case. Every occasion Jessie tried to talk to Gina she would get her tongue tied. Finally I took the initiative and assembled the entire Day-Sea family in the dining room. Gina, Jill, Jessie, Sandra, and Catherina were all sitting around the table and I stood at the end of the table with. She also let him know that their two year old daughter was really his niece, their house was now her house, and the car, and half his money. He was fucked.Poor bastard. I had never seen him this way before. I visited him at his folk's place up in Redwater, the shit hole little town we grew up in. He was like a zombie, his usually short brown hair now long and curly. His skin was pale and his face overgrown with a thick beard. He looked like shit, but even in this state he was a far more. They flaunted their tits for beach bums with blonde streaks in their windblown hair. Olga kept on her bikini-top, insecure about her imperfect breasts. But she knew she shouldn't be a party poop when the inevitable joint made its rounds. Or when greedy hands felt her up after the sun had sunk into the sea.She was fearless. She kissed in hidden corners. She made out on dance floors and in the dark corners of cinemas. She took the little pills that kept her safe and the other ones that made her. ’ He said ‘you’re the first.’ She turned to face him leaning against the railing ‘I find that hard to believe Mr Smith.’ He smiled. ‘You don’t have to believe it but I’m telling you it’s true.’ He traced her jawline down to her lips and ran his thumb over her soft skin. She closed her eyes at the tingle he gave her, shuddered and turned her head away and faced the view again. He stroked her neck and lightly ran his fingers down the curve of her back to her hips placing both hands gently on.