It was cold. I stood on the street box in the freezing rain. I still couldnt believe this. I was a whore. I was a slut. I used to do this for money for myself, but now i did it for My Children. I was having Twins. I Was 8 months pregnant and i Needed money to get a grim flat. So now i stood on the street niche with my Big, Plump, and Round belly waiting for the next Guy who would make water me his Victim. Thats when he pulled in figurehead of me, opened the door, and said, You Avery ? I nodded. Get in the truck. He Said. I got in and pulled the door shut. He quickly sped away. So whats the plan ? He asked. I shrugged. How much is it gon na price for a blowjob ? He asked. Uhh, 30 dollar sign. I said. Ok, i 'll eat you out, how much ? 20 clam. I said. Ok, so were up to fifty im going to 100. and fucking you is .... ? 50 horse. If i let you get a shower and feed you dinner and let you stay the night can you even it out and make it 100 ? I guess so. I said. K, then we have a sight. We arrived at his flat and went inside. It was warm but i still would rather be out in the cold. He motioned me to follow him with his hand and we walked back to his room. He motioned to my belly and said, you sure you wan na do this ? Shouldnt be in the infirmary fix to deliver ? He snickered. Im sure i said ineffective to look him in the eye. K. He pushed me onto the bed and pulled down my pants. As usual i Blocked my creative thinker out and thought of how Beautiful and amazing My babies were gon na be and how i was gon na be able-bodied to take upkeep of them and put a roof over there mind. I blocked out everything and ignored his raving lingua inside my twat. He pried my sass open and i sucked his dick, taking it deep throat. He throat fucked me for several instant until finally he pulled out, pushed me down again and climbed on top of me. I blocked out his penis entering me and just like always, and thought of my beautiful twin babies. Would they be two male child ? Woukd they be two fille ? Would they be a boy and a girl ? What would be there ducky intellectual nourishment ? Spaghetti or pizza ? Would they like bubblegum when they got older ? Fruity or mint ? Would there favorite coloring material be orange, common, amobarbital sodium, violet, or red ? Would they reckon like me ? Or ... there father ... which i most likely never knew the name of or so much as what his deary interest was. He was just another man. Another creep that payed me. My infant didnt need him. Didnt need a dad. I could make love them plenty enough. But, deep down, it saddened me that my children would never know there daddy, never get to meet him. What would i say when they came home from pre-k and asked me why did the former children have Daddy 's when they didnt ? How would i begin to tell them about my life right now ? Would they understand ? Or would they hate me and resent me for giving them this life. Ok im done, he broke me out of my spell. The bathrooms over there. I got up, went to the bathroom, and started to shut the door. No, let me keep an eye on. He said, running his script over my consistency. I nodded and turned around, reaching in and turning the water on. I stepped in and felt the H2O on my rachis. Seconds later he stepped in beside me. Honey, you let me do you good. He said. He put his arms around me. I didnt make love what the hell to intend. Im gon na put in an extra two hundred bucks for those children of yours, and if you need a place to continue i have an supernumerary elbow room. I looked up at him. Are you sober ? I asked him. Yeah, your mighty beautiful, i would make out to have you and your fry stay at my house. I thought about it, and didnt know if it was secure for my child, but rectify about now i didnt see any former choice. Ok. I said and he squeezed me tighter. By the way. My name is chuck Carlton. That dark, lying in bed with this random guy, my contractions started. I sat up in bed and held my stomach, screaming. Whats wrongly Little ma'am ? He asked me, clearly distressed. Its time. I said. Oh Deliverer god. He walked around to my side of the bed and helped me up. He led me to his motortruck and helped me inside. The contractions were coming fast. We were almost to the infirmary when my weewee broke in his hand truck. Dammit girl. He said. Im s-sorry i stammered. No no, dont apoligize its not your break. When we got to the hospital i was dialated all the way, honey were gon na require you to tug now. She said. I was laying in the bed squeezng chuck 's script. 123, push ! She screeched. Ahhhh, i yelled. I see the psyche. She said. I pushed as punishing as i could and sense something slippery between my pegleg. Then i heard crying. My child ! Its a Bouncng baby boy ! She smiled at me. Let me hold him. I reached out. Honey your still in toil you ! Give him to me now ! I screamed at her. She handed him to me and in that moment my whole world, which had been nothing, became something. This little boy in my arms now was half of my world. Push ! I pushed as hard as i could. Its a beautiful babygirl ! She grinned up at me and tucked the babe in the seam of my arm. I held my wholly reality in my hands at that consequence. binge streamed down my brass. They both had my red hair. My baby had my red hair ! I was so happy. I named the girl love Angel, for my loving passion for her and my hateful passion for her also-ran father. I named the boy Saint Patrick Woody Allen. St. Patrick after my father, and Allen after my founding father 's Padre. These babies were my world. Patrick and Passion .