It didn't matter to Nathaniel that I'd given permission. It wasn't a question. He licked his thin lips and tried a different tact. It was one thing getting pregnant by a boyfriend, but pregnant by someone who wasn't even that .
I need to talk to Jean-Claude about tonight's performance. Malcolm was behind us. Nathaniel walked past me without a word. He was bigger, thicker, more, and all those extra bits were plunging inside me.
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