" Yes it does matter!"She closed her eyes for a moment, and then turned around and walked into her room. He followed her, sitting on her chair while s...he played the message from the doctor on the machine. He listened, then dropped his jaw."You're not pregnant? Oh yes!" Get out!" she screamed at him."Come on, donUt be like that! I love you!" You don't love me! You never loved me!" she screamed. "You're not capable of love! You're only capable of loving yourself. I told you, get out! I'm gonna. So many years ago Simon could not even recall when exactly the incidents had actually occurred; Simon had fallen victim to his own vanity. Convinced he was destined to become a Prime Speaker, someone so in touch with the will of Drachon that they could, in times of religious ecstasy, speak with the voice of The Risen God himself.His ego, so frail and full of need for reinforcement, had been buoyed by the small group of sycophants that had fawned upon him. Hanging on his every word as though. " I took another sip. "Sandy, I want a nice, long conversation with you, but I just woke up, and..."She laughed, and I adored the sound of her laughter."I understand," she said. "A tinkle, among other things, is in order. Do what you need to do and call me back. Just press..." Speed-dial number one on the satellite cell phone."She laughed again. "Yup, you do know everything down to the minutia. I'll expect your call soon. I'm really looking forward to a nice, long conversation with you, and. I spread my thighs wide to have him between. I was covering his face with my kisses. He placed his hands on the sides of my hips to give himself leverage. I let go of his boner so it could plow up the furrow of my gooey groove. It made a couple of trial runs in the runny rut of my furry mound. Then, he asked, “Mother?” I knew what he wanted. He didn't have to spell it out. But I wanted to make it official. “Fuck me, Marty!” I murmurred, “Fuck momma, good.!”If the Great Spirit was.