Georgia chuckled which was nice to hear, ‘You’re the least of my worries, and anyway just so you know, I quite liked you looking at me. And now I ...know you’re a rock star to boot. What more could a sad girl like me want.’ I grinned, ‘So, if I had tried to talk to you at the station, would you have poked both of my eyes out?’ ‘Probably, at least one anyway.’ she confessed. ‘So, how’d you end up at the Bishops Retreat last night?’ I asked. ‘Heard you talking on your cell phone on the train.. When she called trying to make amends, I reminded her that my job still entailed wallowing in the dirt, cleaning up after pigs, and shoveling horse shit. Reminding her how much she hated that, I explained that I couldn’t imagine her ever being happy with me. I learned two new cuss words before I hung up on her.That night, you could have knocked me over with a feather. Marisa and Carlotta helped with dinner. Marisa was nineteen, and Carlotta was seventeen. They were the two girls whose mothers. Then she went downstairs to prepare breakfast.Half an hour later, her husband and son came down. She noticed that her son was shy and avoided looking at her directly in the eye but she noticed that his eyes furtively surveyed her sexy figure. Pamela laid out the table and they all sat down to eat.Ryan said, "After eating breakfast, I want Tom to show his mother that he cares for his mom."Tom spoke softly, "I'm very sorry, mom."Pamela asked, "Why Tom? Why do you say that?" Dad scolded me last. By the way, a couple of wire service reporters want to interview you if you feel like it."Since I didn't have clothes, the doctor had Nancy set me up in bed with covers and ushered the reporters in. They didn't take long... about ten minutes... but it felt strange to talk about the events of the prior morning.After they left, I got out of bed again and resumed my quest to please the ladies. It was particularly intriguing to fuck the two pregnant women, being careful to keep from pressing too.