It disturbedme no end when I felt a rush of blood pumping into myloins. Shuddering slightly and making small talk to cover myconfusion, we headed out ...for the store. But I couldn’tforget that look or, and though it felt so wrong, thosestockings.I could hear tension in Jill’s voice and I was stillgushing out all sorts of nonsense when we reached thestore. Jill said that she was going to pick up her milkwhile I refueled and ran the car through the wash.When the door slammed shut I. “Help me out here, Chrissy!”“I can’t, Daddy,” she said softly. “You have to trust me.”“I have to trust you,” I repeated angrily. “Isn’t that what I’ve been doing the last four or five years? I trusted you not to get pregnant, didn’t I?”“Please, Daddy,” she said. I could hear sobs building up inside her.I thought about what the doctor had said. All I was doing was adding to her stress level.“OK, pumpkin,” I said, trying to force myself to relax. “I love you, no matter what happens. We’re in this. Jose shook the sleeping container sharply in the pre-arranged signal, waking Frank from a weary sleep of just two hours after a 16 hour shift. There wasn't much else to do, except sleep and work. That, and figure out what to do the next time those bastard bandits tried to steal from them. He had his suit on in two minutes, and had the air cycled and was outside in three, patiently going over the checklist in spite of his haste. Pressing his helmet against Jose's, he got the update. "The Bassers. "Yes,indeed you do,"Sr.de Pazzi said looking at a ledger on a table next to the door.All appoinments for the day were written down in this ledger.Sr.de Pazzi looked at Jennifer and smiled.There was something behind that smile that made Jennifer feel very uneasy.Sr.de Pazzi directed Jennifer to the Father Confessor's room. As Jennifer walked through the old corridors to her meeting with the Father Confessor she could hear muffled screams coming from a number of other rooms she passed.At the.