In Security by Bea R. for December 01, 2017

Huh. I learned once that I was conceived solely because my father was pretty good on guitar. My response was pretty much the same as Gabby’s.

Called It!

And once again we learn about the Birds and the Bea’s(lecherous mind). XD

From context, seems that Sam’s not quite ready for kids just yet.

Gabby’s turn to “UGH”.

It’s way too soon for Sedine to end up pregnant!

So…he was trying to restrain Charlene’s libido, but apparently their encounters were infrequent enough that he can pinpoint the one that led to Gabby. R-i-i-i-ght!

Looks like Gabby inherited facial hair, too.

The story’s told, lovemaking bold

She had me due to whiskers on my face.

She dropped her gown and laid me down

Burned brightly leaving ashes in my place.

Thus empowered and devoured

Reminded of my very favorite space.

As a child I puzzled over why my family nickname was “Brokenrubber.” I happily shared it with all my playmates, telling them it was the name of a center fielder with the 1949 St Louis Browns and wondering out loud why there was no bubble-gum baseball card for him.

It was only when I started school that I was abruptly brought up against reality by the closed fist of a nun as I piped up with my soubriquet when the class was asked for nicknames. Since any suggestion of contraception is high treason in the Catholic faith I was forced to stand in the corner repeating Hail Marys and Our Fathers until the fifth grade. I was the only child in the school’s long history to be publicly rebuked for blasphemy and condemned to wear the sanbenito during Mass, prostrate as my classmates walked over me muttering imprecations.

For their punishment my parents were required to produce a second child, my brother, as proof of their return to the straight and narrow. His family nickname, “Penance,” puzzled us just as much, but at least he was spared the classroom ordeal. In fact, the nuns thought he was as pious as all get-out and the priests slipped him chocolate-flavored wafers at communion.

That’s okay, Gabby. We love you anyway, you adorable little thing, you…

That explains Gabby’s eyebrows…

I’m clean shaven so that must explain why women don’t throw themselves at me like Charlene did on Roy’s nose neighbor. [On the other hand, I have no kids either.]

gross