"Jane will have to quit for the baby. I can't support her with a part-time job. I'll have to quit college." What about an abortion?" I asked."She won'...t. Whether I want it or not she'll keep the baby. I can't leave her alone. I love her." May be you can work something out. Like Stephanie, she's on herself now," I said and briefly told Pete about Stephanie's story."We ran through all options. I had talked with my folks. They're not going to support me for the dumb mistake I made, neither are. "Even if I know it. And Josh knows it. And everyone in your casa knows it. And everyone in your clan knows it. And even your family knows it. Even though every single one of them think you are a hero for it, including me. You can't admit to killing the worthless fucking son of a bitch that raped and murdered our girlfriend. Choked on his own dick? How ironic. Just like Tommy Westerling has three broken ribs, a broken nose, and a broken arm. How similar to what he did to me. It wasn't irony. You. I had to make an adjustment and sit there for a couple of minutes before getting out. Mekala on the other hand giggled and took off like a bullet.Practice went well and I think Mekala had improved since the last practice. I noticed the looks and comments from the men sitting around me about Mekala. I also noticed the envy in the women. Mekala was the center of attention around the bleachers.I heard one man say, “I’d give anything to fuck her!” Then he received an elbow to the ribs immediately. “Examining you face. Your nose is slightly crooked, but otherwise your features are nice. Don’t move or I may gouge your eyes out by accident.” I complied. I enjoyed the soft touches of her palms. “It’s strange,” I said. “What?” “What you are doing.” “I haven’t done anything yet. I just examine you.” “And what’s you conclusion?” “I haven’t come to a conclusion yet. I have to check if you are potbellied first.” “I’m not, but you can check if you want. It’s nice. Your hands are so soft…” .