It all balanced itself out. As the months elapsed and Angela began to swell out so did this softening of her personality. She still had a vaguely man...ish swagger when she walked. She now eagerly showed off her belly, lifting up her shirt and baring it to anyone. Once she even took my hand and placed it against the underside to feel the baby kicking within. I could not help notice that she guiding my hand that my fingertips brushed the topmost fringe of her pubic hair. In a position where she. "Or not. Medicine does some miraculous things these days. People used to just lay there and die. Doctors can work miracles."At least he SOUNDED confident.I punched on the truck's sound system."Don't play a requiem, baby," he said."Friends are important," I uttered. Yeah, this has my thinking all disjointed. "Mister Bill didn't have to care at all..." But he did. Said you were the granddaughter he wished he would've had." He fit real well with us," I concurred. "A person that I was always happy. Our house was in a Cul de Sac, an upper middle-class suburb, forty-five minutes outside Dallas. While it wasn't a mansion or anything spectacular, we did have a rather nice yard, which I was responsible for. And so I pulled the lawn mower out from under the back porch, ripped off my shirt, tossed it on the railing, threw on the ear muffs for the noise and began mowing under the scorching sun. Even though mowing the whole lawn only took about thirty minutes, I found my mind wandering as I. She tried to scratch my face but her nail simply skidded harmlessly against the thick fabric of my balaclava. I took out the other syringe and prick her right at the vein running along her neck. Once the syringe's emptied, the blonde's struggle became sluggish and a moment later, her arms fell limply to her sides.I hauled her up over my shoulder, took her out and went back to for the brunette. She was exactly where I had left her. I picked her up and hauled her out of there and quickly moved to.