a P e r f e c t S t r a n g e r - new chapter up
ktggoodnight:
me likey!! hope your comp turns out okay - without the zombie phone and such
^^agrees with astral about help with pictures
lilroselou:
next post coming tonight hopefully
ktggoodnight:
OOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! *SUPER HAPPS*
nikki.g:
It's a good story!! any chance of the pics being bigger??
lilroselou:
sorry about the lack of pics and length to this chapter it was simply that i had to put in a connector between the last and the next chapter so here it is!
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“fancy that.” said Marcia, as she whisked eggs for an omelette.
“fancy what?” carl grumbling
“fancy her, that girl harri!” marcia lowered her voice to a whisper “pregnant!”
“so what?” said carl not even lifting his eyes to meet with marcia’s.
Marcia walked across from the counter to the table “don’t you think it’s a big coincidence that we can’t have a baby and this girl turns up on our doorstep and can!”
“no I don’t.” said carl undeterred.
“Carl look I mean .. .. it could be.. Fate?”
There was a long pause until carl got up out of his chair and stood facing his wife with a stern expression lingering on his face
“no.. .. NO! no marcia this is not happening don’t even get this idea close to your head! You are not suggesting what I think you are.”
“and what do you think im suggesting?” marcia said smartly.
“I think you expect that this girl is somehow supposed to give us her child!”
“.. .. Well why not!” marcia said to a large ‘tut’ which she quickly overruled “why not you heard her yourself! She doesn’t even want the baby and here she is in our house!”
“yes! in our house she’s in our front room marsh, she’s next door and your talking about taking her baby!” carl hissed.
“not taking her baby!” marcia replied as if carl had made her sound moronic.
“well what else are you trying to imply then? Hmm?” carl questioned
“we could pay her for it!” she tried convincingly
“oh my gosh marsh! No dammint we are not even discussing this im going to show harri to the spare roo-”
“Guest room.” marcia sharply intervened “call it the guest room please carl.” marcia called as stern glances where exchanged to which carl shook his head in disgust and wandered up the stairs. [/B][/FONT]
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