She took a deep breath. It was important not to panic. She couldn't stop Barry from treating her like this but she could try to keep her dignity. Her ...studies were more important than Barry. She could ignore the photos inside her. She had to do her homework.She worked for two hours. She didn't feel comfortable but it didn't matter. She didn't think about the internet comments or her pains. She did her homework well. Some of her professors had looked at her strangely today because she wasn't. I look up and it is her. I walk up to the door unsure what to say, “Hey Brittany how are you doing?” I ask her. “I have this bottle of wine and I was wondering if you would like to share it with me?” “Sure come on in.” I tell her beginning to think maybe she didn’t see me staring at her earlier today. Or maybe if she did she liked it. I let her in and can’t help but stare at her fine ass as she walks by me. “Where’s the kitchen?” I point her in the right direction and follow. Thankfully Clint had a high pain tolerance, and a high healing factor so he was still good to go. And my new armor was a bit worse for wear.As we pushed west, we saw all the whores and pimps fleeing before us. But we largely ignored them, because it seemed like at every other corner there were more Wiseguys. Finally we hit the first massage parlor, and the backup crew was right on our heels. Clint and I covered the entrances as Di and Blackie went inside. Gunfire rang out, then a growl and. "It seems he has an opening in 4 weeks time - someone cancelled on the trivial grounds that the groom had to get a divorce first..."George smiled widely. "Yes, that little detail is not irrelevant. But four weeks - that is very soon. Why the rush?" Because, Mr. Sanders," Jennie replied, "I want to be married wearing a proper wedding dress, not a maternity dress the size of a circus tent." She drew a little white plastic stick out of her purse and showed it to George. It was a positive pregnancy.