She carried with her a two-month-old baby boy.Dylan thought it was her sister's boy. It wasn't. Then he thought it was Charlie Blankendorf's. Daisy sa...d no. "It was with Captain Lundquist. He got me drunk after a party and I must have passed out. The next I knew we were having sex." This was as believable to Dylan as saying the boy had been dropped on her front door.Dylan made no accusations. He had his own past to consider. Dylan said little about the war only to say that a French family kept. He sighed loudly and drove on. There was a police station a little further up the road and I was sure he was taking me there to complain about a non-paying passenger. How wrong I was. No more than half a mile up the same road was a building site, where a block of flats were being built. He pulled into the small car park in front of the half built building and stopped the car, turning off the engine. There was no lampposts above us and the only visibility in the car was from the light of the. "You supposed to be the baby!" she reminds."Huh?" I blink at her. The words register but the meaning misses me."Go to my room," she orders.I stride back to her room unthinkingly. Stewart is watching. I avoidlooking at him. I avoid thinking of him. Or my dress. Or is hands. Or mypanties. I run into the door frame as I enter Jenny's room. I spingracelessly and bark my shin on her bed. I sit."Here!" Jenny hands me something crinkly. "Get dressed right!" she tellsme.It's a fresh diaper and the. This is a dangerous city.I pretended to be scared and think for a while.I said how many Km is Gurgaon from here. He said Around 35 Km. He started smiling. He knew that now the deal is done. But I wanted to play a little more before I gave in. I was getting all wet between my legs.I said no. Its too much. I can only do 1 Kiss every 3 km. So maximum 10 kiss.He said ok. But its alreay 5 KM so 1 kiss is due now.I said ok not here, park in some lonely place and not in such lit up road.He said then.
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