Bet you wish your momma was this fat, don’t you?” Maureen almost took affront at that, but somehow, when she thought about it, it didn’t seem to... be an insult or intended to poke fun at her. Instead it was more of an honest comment or question. And the way her son responded, she ascertained instantly that what her friend was saying was the absolute truth. “Well c’mon, Eddie…my belly’s so cold! Warm it up for me, baby…warm it up with some hot cum! C’mon…I know you got a load in there for me,. So where was I…”The past memory was so strong that Pramila continued to narrate the story not worrying about the falling glass or few drops of sharbat on the floor or something else. Arun patiently listened what she had to say, perhaps he wasn’t listening at all since all the necessary blood was rushing to his eyeballs to photograph the moment. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.A few seconds ago when the glass fell and Pramila bent to pick it up, the third hook of her blouse gave up. Ouch. And to add insult to injury, he turned his broad back and started walking to the front door as a further dismissal. With that she turned and stomped out of the room going to her ‘sleeping quarters’ and slamming the door. That’s what she called it now. Jace was never there to warm the spot beside her and that only increased the loneliness and resentment more and more. The tears started falling when she heard the front door angrily slam and the car start with a vengeance. Reagan knew that. It was as bad as I had feared: The son was mine but the baby daughter wasn't. It was the most painful day in my whole life.Now I printed small yellow labels to some of the OBSERVER front pages that read, "The name of the cheating married teacher with her lover's child is Christine Bladh-Adamson."I mailed those magazines to Christine's parents, her sister, her headmaster, her union secretary, to the local newspaper and to the library.Back home after work Christine stared at me and she must seen.