A few years earlier we had discovered I could never have children,scarring,a reminder of unpleasant episodes in my life.We had mourned,moved on,but on...e dark night he forced me to confess my disappointment,the secret dream I had held hidden.Unable to bear his children he had devised this way of doing things instead.It worked,and all in all was a more realistic scenario.The scenario?Well if I could not offer him a daughter,I could do the next best thing.I looked at the clock,it was time to. Jen was an attractive, brown-haired woman, with a trim swimmer's body that I was a bit jealous of, with my well-rounded hips that my mother described as "made for makin' babies" (thanks Mom). Fortunately, my breasts were also larger than average -- Dave says they're my best part!We had been drinking quite a bit, and the doobies were rolled before 10:30. We were sloshed and baked in no time. The guys headed off to Ken's computer room to watch some porn videos he had downloaded, and Jen and I. ”“You wouldn’t dare kill us.” Maggie sounds very confident.“Wouldn’t I? And suppose I didn’t? There are worse things than death.”“Let’s go greet our family, Mom. I’ve got a load of hugs and kisses to unburden.If you’ll march these two desperado leaders aboard, I’ll be close behind you.”“What may I do, if they won’t march? Pick them up by their skulls?”“Exactly. Of course, if their spinal cords separate, total paralysis results.”“Are they expecting to be immortal, and live forever?” I study. It was Jenna. She had cat-like reflexes for a second and severed his vein just like that. His life blood splattered all over us. Three more men tried to rush us, but they all ended up fleeing in terror, wounded, but not slain in their cases.“Jonathan in particular cut one of them so badly that he could well die after this. I wouldn’t be shocked if he did. Jonathan nicked his femoral artery, in fact. That was another source of so much of the blood splatter all over our skin, to put it mildly..