One or two of the girls in the office showed a more friendly face than hitherto, but I was in no frame of mind to get involved with any woman, especia...lly one who worked for the same company. Andrew would have taken a very dim view of that. Mike's secretary, Philippa helped a lot. Pippa, as she preferred to be called went out of her way to support me. When I moved into the flat, she wanted to see the place, and then made suggestions of how it should be furnished. With her guidance I chose. Was I having second thoughts? I quickly brushed aside the feeling. I was having fun with this I told myself, and although I didn't acknowledge the thought, I knew that I could stop this anytime I wanted. It wasn't really like a burning fuse on a firecracker. Another ten or fifteen minutes passed, and I saw the movement of Karen getting down from her stool. "OK", I thought, "here she comes". But then he got up too, and they walked out of the lounge together. That nervous feeling. “I’m pregnant.” Her face was expressionless as she waited for his response.“Cool.” Sam smiled. “Is it Bob’s?”“You know it isn’t.” A vertical crease formed on her pretty forehead.“Okay. Well, what does Bob think?” Sam bent sideways, making sure he didn’t pull his dick from Mallory’s hand. He pulled out the drawer on his bedside table and retrieved something. He straightened back up.“He thinks one of his sperm made it past the condom.” Mallory’s gaze fell. She regarded the mighty penis in her. Ebony gave one last look at the scene around her, taking in the tower in front of her, the garden behind her and the bushes she was hiding in, as well as the now empty square with the phallic fish god and the empty temple who’s wide arches still lay open to a bare room inside, acolytes having long since cleared away the cushions and pillows that had surrounded the priestess’ platform.She steadied her nerves. This was always the worst part, right before the action. This was where mistakes were.