‘Y-yes. You are going to be a mother.’ Mary sobbed more. She put her cup down and Miriam held her. ‘Joseph hates me. I will be stoned if anyone ...finds out. I swear to you that I have not sinned. I have not!’ Miriam wiped Mary’s tears. ‘I know you have not. You are innocent. Mary you are pure as a white dove.’ Mary looked shocked. ‘You mean you do believe me?’ ‘I do. I do not know why, but I do.’ ‘What will I do?’ ‘You will stay here with me. I will care for you until you have that child.’ ‘I am. "Chapter 13TiffanyPersonal log (voice), Tiffany French, Captain of the Flying Dutchman, 6:50am, October 29th 2006.The Flying Dutchman flew on through the European Union's airspace relatively unchallenged after a conversation held over Viano do Castelo, Portugal. I'm not sure whether they believed that I was simply on a research mission, or it was an admission that they did not possess individual craft strong enough to challenge me.Either way, I was not going to give them reason to regret that. My mind flashed with all kinds of ideas of this about was Witchy Woman going to do something in my wife's totaly virgin ass?Oh I had tried to have anal sex with her and she'd have not one damn bit of that and damn well had told several of her men fucks she did not do anal!Witchy Woman and I had several conversations about her hate and total not in any way form or fashion anal anything with her.Finally the potion had worked its full heated majic throughout her body.Witchy Woman just leaned over. I wondered why such a handsome black man would want a white wife. Now, I was seeing him as my life-mate, the father of my child (children?) and the man who was going to deflower me. I was frightened and excited about what was to come. That night, for the first time, I felt the weight of a man upon me. I was so scared! I parted my legs, so he could mount me. His hard, thick cock was pressed against my wet, willing cunt. What they say about black men is true! He was huge! He moved his hips.