I’ll have to remember this place.I took a seat at one of the tables and looked at the people around me. Just the act of doing that was far more libe...rating than you might think. Going anywhere out of the house with Chad had been a minefield and the knowledge that the world wasn’t like that no longer surprised me, but was still an unfamiliar feeling. With him, I had to look down and not make eye contact or initiate a conversation with anyone. If I was looking at a man, I was “thinking about. It also has a soft spot in my heart as it was the first pub that I ever went in as it was my father's local. A fleeting sadness came as I recalled all the good times I'd had there with my dad. I still missed him along with my mum and brother.I was half way through my first pint, still thinking about my family and what might have been when I saw Maureen enter. She looked around, spotted me and headed over. I stood up, about to ask what she wanted to drink when I noticed a man following just a. Beverly looked down at Slave, and said, "You need to tough out a few more minutes of contractions while I prepare the spinal block, then we'll be able to dial down the pain while we wait for things to progress enough to take the next step. It won't be long now, though, before you'll be able to hold your babies in your arms."Slave smiled, then grimaced as the next contraction hit. Beverly patted her shoulder, then moved to the nearby replicator and explained to the watching students how to. But if you swallow every drop you milk, you won’t leave here hungry. That’s for damn sure. There’s enough jizm collecting in those sacs to fill you up good. You’re a hell of a woman to volunteer for this duty. A hell of a woman.?Hillary began to cry. Big fat tears ran down her cheeks – it was fortunate that she had used waterproof eyeliner and mascara; and that she had no other makeup on her face. ?Why are you doing this to me, Walt? I don’t understand. I’m your wife. You have to help.