"Well at least tell me who you're with," Ben countered. "You at least owe me that much."
"You're probably right," Bess curtly replied again. Bess then smiled and with great sadistic glee in her voice added "Well let's just say he is like a brother to me if you catch my drift and leave it at that. The rest is yours to you to figure for yourself, that is if that puny little Neanderthal like lump of tissue in your noggin you call a brain can."
Bess then hung up the phone and afterwards she changed her number so she wouldn't have to hear from that little twit again.
Bess thought about what she told Ben and she had put extra special over emphasis on the word "brother" so that even a two year old could understand what she meant, but of course Bess had met two year olds with 1000's of times more brainpower than Ben's.
Whether Ben was able to put two and two together and figure it out was not Bess's concern. She was happy now and looked forward to a long loving and meaningful relationship with her savior and gallant Knight in shining armor.
Two and a half months later on Christmas Eve Bess and Paul traveled to the mountains to make a baby. There was a soft snow falling outside as Paul and Bess were on the floor by the fireplace covered in a red plaid blanket, locked in the throngs of passion.
Paul was on top of Bess as his cock thrusts deep into her. Bess's stocking clad legs were wrapped around Paul pulling him in. It was a tender romantic passionate scene.
It started with romantic foreplay Bess was dressed in a sexy red lingerie outfit and Paul in a red robe and boxers. The lovers share wine by the fireplace. They feed each other cheese and grapes then kiss as their passions rise and soon they only thing Bess has on was the stockings
That night Bess conceived and nine and one half months later on the very night Paul rescued Bess, Bess gave Paul a daughter named Ginny Elisabeth.
Paul and Bess were now complete. Bess had her tubes tied so she would not accidently get pregnant in the future. They enjoy a full rich life together.
Who would have ever known that that fateful night meant for harm would have turned out for good. Never underestimate the power of fate to turn something bad into something beautiful and romantic.
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