I could do pretty much what I wanted to do with little interference from her and in the process I'd learned to be quite a self-sufficient young man. I...t seemed mom was always on one site or another filming this or that. And when she was home she was usually in her darkroom or working in her little office at the computer. You know that old saying "absence makes the heart grow fonder", well, maybe that was a contributing factor to where this all ended up. So, I was looking forward to finally. Rooney’s thumb and sucked. He looked shocked but I noticed his cock twitch briefly. “Fucking faggot,” he spat as he pulled his thumb out. “What’s the matter?” he snapped at my dad. “Too chicken to help your cock hungry son? Too chicken to come to his defense?” He made clucking noises. “My son can look after himself,” my dad said calmly and winked. “Oh, so that’s why you’re here? Your son can look after himself?” And Mr. Rooney laughed.“No, I’m here as a warning.” “So consider me warned,. Great she said. She and I got everything set up with some help from a couple of other ladies that started arriving. The music was just loud enough to be heard without being over powering. At about ten o clock several black gentelmen started arriving. By ten thirty there where twelve extremely well dressed black guys all around twenty five years old. I walked around serving drinks to the guest. I saw my wife talking to one particular guy. He was about six foot one and two hundred pounds. Bald. . . this is Scott,” he said and I was stunned. I couldn’t answer I just sat there stunned. Stunned by what had happened, stunned by the fact that it was him on the phone. I had expected it to be Elizabeth but it wasn’t, it was Scott. He continued, “Are you really pregnant?”I let out a sigh and I guess he heard it because he sat quietly for a few moments waiting for my answer, “Yes,” I said softly.“I have to see you, I have to talk to you, come over to my house. . . now,” he said. I sat.