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Godfather Ejaculated into my hand staring down at the luke-warm puddle of semen and is amazed that this is the essence of life, this is all it takes to make babies. Determines if it will be a he or a she, who it will look like, will it be smart, tall, short, brown-eyed, straight or gay. Jarret informs Michelle, a student from his class, that he spent the whole weekend taking care of Jennifer, his angel-haired wife. Apparently she had a stomach ache that called for staying home, cuddled in bed to rub her upset belly. She didn't throw up or anything, he said. Michelle had a bad weekend. As a waitress, she only made ninety dollars in tips at AJ Sports Bar where she works and had a knock out, drag out fight with her boyfriend. They both required stitches and therapy. As the conversation continued on, Michelle in her sweat shorts and tee said, She might be pregnant. I leaned back into the gross, green desk chair and said, I never thought of that. Jarret, who was dressed in black from his licorice- colored curls to his pitched, shoes, laughed and said, "So what if she is? I would make you the Godfather." I am flattered that he would think of me first. Perhaps her stomachaches are boughts of morning sickness? Maybe his spunk did the trick. Penetrated through vagina Broke through The Pill, an entire diaphragm to cause this conversation. I might be a Godfather.
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