BaCC in Widespot: Round 2 - Mann
We're on Candy time here. Linear progression be damned.
Wake up, fellow female.
There are games afoot.
Oh shit. The baby. Where was it?
"D.D, he's not there. He's not down there..."
"RICH!"
"Rich!"
"You bellowed, my sweet?"
"I can't find the-he's-the baby-"
"Calm down, Candy. You're hysterical."
"What happened to the baby?"
"The baby?"
"Yeah. Where is it?"
"It isn't here. Why, did you want it?"
The fuck kinda question was that? But he actually stood there waiting for an answer.
"Want it? Yes."
"Come now, let's be honest, Candy. You did not want this baby."
But that was...that was so what! She got the baby anyway and she put up with a lot because of it
so hell yeah she meant to keep it. That's how the shit worked. What the hell was he even saying?
"Now I want him."
"I do wish you had told me."
"What did you, what did you do?"
"Don't you trust me?"
How fucking stupid did he think she was? Did it say stupid on her forehead? What the hell, maybe it did. To him. But she
wasn't walkin' into that trap. No way. He didn't want her to trust him! But he didn't want to hear out loud that she didn't.
"Baby."
"Yes?"
"What did you with the baby?"
"Ah. Nothing that can't be undone, my sweet. If you're certain he's better off with you. Are you?"
That wasn't even the right question. But was her way to be a good mother letting him go to somebody better?
That she didn't know. And it wasn't Rich's fucking call. He set her up. And where the hell did he put her clothes!
Tampering was Rich's forte. He couldn't help himself.
But one turn too many and it all came crashing down.
Served him right.
Dagnabbit!
"What are you doing back here?"
I need some fucking pants, that's what. Only Lana's ugly shit here. Might cop that red dress...if I ever fucking go anywhere ever a-fucking-gain.
"Candy? Answer me."
Didn't she do that? "Jeans. You stole them." You steal everything.
"Ah, thank you for coming, thank you for coming. You look absolutely stunning, I must say. How long has it been? Here, let me take that for you."
It was hard to say that she missed the baby but she resented the hell out of Rich's taking it.
She probably should've known that's what would happen. It musta been why he brought her here in the first place. But Candy was so sure
that he loved her! Despite the craziness-because of how crazy he got over her. And if he didn't really love her then, boy, was she in trouble.
"Come with me, please."
Ugh, what now?
Candy spotted the broken glass on the floor. Oh, his clock! She thought she heard something fall.
Obviously, he wasn't worried 'bout what she might do. Or he was testing her. Candy flashed through the scenario in
her head but it didn't work. She didn't want her weapon turned against her and, all told, she didn't want to hurt him.
~ ~ ~
"What the hell do you mean 'wife'? Candy?"
Valentine snatched up his bat again. "Hands off!"
"Now that's just nasty."
"Who the hell asked you anyway?" she snapped at Rhett.
"Nobody gotta ask me," he mumbled, "I see what I see and say what I say."
"Shut it, both of you," Valentine said, but he was relieved to see Candy was still in there. She was startin' to scare him.
"Now, I ain't playing. You see this," he looked dead at Rich, "Somebody better tell me fast what the hell is really goin' on."
Volatile Harts!
"Pop, could you just stop for a minute. Stop with the threats and everything. It's true. We're married."
"I call bull."
"Didn't I say it? I knew it'd be somethin' like this. Got people worryin' for nothin'. Drama queen."
"If all you did was get married why couldn't you tell nobody? Huh? Maybe you can answer that one for me, Rich."
"Pop! Look, I'm sorry for not tellin' you what was goin' on. But Lana woulda bled us dry if she knew."
"See!" Rhett couldn't help congratulating himself on his sagacity.
"Where have you been?"
Honeymoon? Honeymoon, yeah, that'll work. "We went away. I didn't want to have the baby without a whole lotta doctors
around and then after his divorce came through we got started on our honeymoon. The, um, the baby got sick so I stayed.
Well done, Candy Mann!
Rich made a show of excusing himself to leave her to her family. She had passed the final test.
As soon as he turned his back she put up her dukes in imitation of her Pop and laughed.
"Still got it, slugger."
"I can't believe you came over here, with a bat! And the bush league to back you up," she nodded at her brother, and screwed up her face
when she finally noticed what kinda weaponry he was workin' with, "and you were, like, really gonna take a swing at my husband with it."
"For the fences, Can. I said I wasn't playin'."
"Going, going, gone! It's funny now," she said, swinging an imaginary bat, "but that is so not
cool, Pop. Rich gets really touchy, like, really...I should go see if he needs some ice for his face."
"He ain't got no glass jaw so never mind him for a minute."
It was easy to get caught up with her, actin' silly, like there was never nothing wrong.
He had missed his daughter. So much, more than he let on, but he had worried even more.
"Why didn't you call?"
"I'm sorry."
"Sorry ain't gonna cut it, Candy. What was wrong with you that you couldn't pick up the phone?"
"I didn't wanna worry you."
"And how was I supposed to not be worried not knowin' what happened to you? You think about that?"
"No," she admitted, "but it wasn't like that. It all happened so fast and then with the baby..."
"And where is my grandkid?" he asked, anxious because the way she kept dodging and her tone...that wasn't normal.
She pointed over his shoulder in the direction Rhett had started wandering off.
~ ~ ~
Candy didn't know why Rich led her to their old rendezvous room. She was so not in the mood.
Who the fuck was this?
Did he have her up in here or down here, whatever, the whole time she was locked in that damn room?
Forget what she used to do in here with him while Lana was the clueless one, that was different. Lana was just stupid, she wasn't fucking locked
up and knocked up and shit by his kinky, controlling ass. Who the hell did this chick think she was, smiling at her like that, like she owned this?
Candy would so cut a bitch, she thought, remembering the broken glass on the floor.
Until she noticed somebody already had.
Did...did Rich do that-no, no, she didn't wanna know.
But whoever she was, Candy was not with this.
"Who the hell is that, Rich?"
"She's someone I've asked to come specifically to make your acquaintance. Don't be rude, Candy."
Oh hell no. Candy was not into girl-on-girl. And even if she was gonna, just for the hell of it, it wouldn't
be today. No fucking way. She wasn't doin' that for him, even if she wanted to-which she didn't-not
after he fucking stole her baby. Did this, did this have somethin' to do with the baby? Did this chick...?
Rich pushed her back a step and motioned for her to stay while he went and closed the drapes. Still paranoid.
But he wasn't the only one. Finding herself so completely closed off, alone in a room with them-not just him,
and he could be scary enough by himself sometimes-but with this strange woman...Candy was properly terrified.
"Look at that face. You're going to give our guest the wrong impression," Rich said, "but I need you to cooperate. Can you do that for me?"
"I, I don't know, Rich."
"I think I can handle this."
"What the-No, you damn sure can't. Look, I don't know what's goin' on here but-"
"I think perhaps if you excused yourself, Mr. Rich?"
Before he left Rich whispered to Candy that she'd have a lot more fun if she got her head into the game and, at least, tried to trust him.
Nothing fucking doing.
"Now, Candy-"
"'Scuse me?"
"We don't really have a lot of room for formalities, as you can see..." she watched for the door to close behind Rich, "so let's get started."
"Ah, my Doomsday, you clever kitty. You have a very cunning master, too."
"I will require you to hold down the fort for a while and keep its secrets secure. Can I count on you?"
Meow.
"Very good. I know you won't let me down."
Rich was going on a little trip.
And his favourite girl left with him.
"You look perfect. She doesn't disappoint, that Peach."
"Yeah, I bet."
"After you," he said, opening the door to the limo for her. "Mind your head, dear."
"Ugh, I can't see shit without my glasses."
~
It was easy to find fault with Rich but the Mann was full of surprises. That excitement of never knowing exactly what was gonna happen
next is what bound Candy to him. He knew the kinda things she liked and this was like role playing but on a stage, with an audience.
It kinda immediately relaxed her 'no woohoo today' rule. The limo was barely out of Widespot before she was all over him.
Candy didn't understand those chicks who tried to use woohoo like a weapon by withholding it, anyway.
Don't weapons need to be deployed, or whatever? Unless you just don't know what you're doing.
They had switched cars and dismissed the driver and now they were in some boutique who-knew-where.
It wasn't Bigg City but Candy didn't even care. Rich promised to take her shopping and he said he always kept his promise.
The VIP treatment was trés cool. She had herself a big glass of wine and checked out what Candy,
the blonde bombshell businesswoman, had goin' on. Not bad, she thought, flirting with her reflection
(while Rich harassed the shopgirl, he had very specific requests for re-fashioning Candy's look).
Eww. They did not pay her enough for this!
On the other hand, that old man had already promised her a generous tip-a very generous tip-for closing the boutique floor to other customers
even though they had no appointment. If Ms. Executive Assistant or whoever the hell she was to him didn't mind taking one for the team
then this was none of her business. She went back to pulling outfits and discreetly left them on the chair for her to try, whenever they...finished.
*She kept rolling public woohoo wants and Rich was happy to oblige to keep her in a platinum state of mind.*
Rich was busy selecting the type of lingerie he liked and blouses, skirts, and shoes. He didn't even stop at picking out her
'signature' scent but Candy had ideas of her own. "I like your pants," she said to the shopgirl, "do they have them here? In red?"
Candy got her way. She replaced practically everything Rich thought she should wear with outfits she and whats-er-name pulled together.
It was fun. And Rich sat back, sipping down a glass of wine like he was in his element watching her model what she liked.
It was fun but the quiet moments, when she wasn't on, sneaked up on her.
Rich was right on it.
"I know what you need. Sustenance. With style."
"Good evening, sir and madam. Do you have a reservation?"
"Yes, I believe we do," Rich said.
"Oh yes, of course, sir, of course. Right this way, please."
Filet mignon and champagne. Quite a lot of champagne. Candy kept asking for more.
After the third or fourth glass, Candy suggested that it'd be such a rush to sneak out on the bill.
No one would be expecting that, not of the pair of them, and not in a place like this. "Whaddya say, Rich?"
Ordinarily, he wouldn't stoop to anything so petty but such a spontaneous suggestion coming from her!
It seemed like the prelude to a very good night. "Be nonchalant," he said.
"Don't you worry about me. You worry about you, old man," she said, sticking out her tongue at him when she was sure no one was looking.
"Ha ha! Sucker!" Candy yelled out as soon as the elevator door closed behind them.
Their next stop was a jewelry store. But it wasn't a heist. Now that would have been thrilling with her on his arm!
Ooh...
...shiny!
But Candy told Rich she wanted a ruby.
"Diamonds are traditional."
"But I look so much better in red, Richie."
So rubies were a girl's best friend that day.
Rich did insist, however, that Candy get rid of the wig before they made their next stop.
Palms were greased. Again.
And there they were, standing before a justice of the peace.
Rich needed her to look like herself when they made their vows.
"Have the bellhop take these bags up to my room. Is it ready?"
"Of course, Mr. Mann."
Candy took in the sights as he led her around.
"Welcome to The Flamingo, Candy. Do you like it?"
"It's pretty in pink," she told him.
When they got to their room on the penthouse floor, she asked Rich, "You own all this? This whole casino?"
"We have an interest."
"Lana and Junior know about this...interest?"
"Certainly not."
"Lot they didn't know about you, huh?"
"Actually...yes," he said, "Naturally. Get yourself settled. Order room service, we have the best pastry chef on staff, he'll fix you up for dessert.
Just don't forget to leave me the cherry. I have a few things to check on but I'll be back soon and we can get started on our honeymoon."
Candy decided to take a long hot bath first.
Peeling away those layers she'd piled on today was such a relief...but now she didn't know who she was supposed to be.
There was a knot in the pit of her stomach. Maybe she was just hungry?
Candy picked up the phone for room service and for a second, for just a second, she almost called home.
She didn't know where the hell she was, like what town or nothin', but Pop would find a way to come get her.
She just couldn't do it.
"Did you bring up those bags?"
"Yes, ma'am."
So anybody could get in but she couldn't get out, she sure as hell couldn't just walk out. Rich had eyes on
the back of his head. Cameras probably and spies, no doubt. She was trapped. Again. Still. Whatever.
Maybe she could lock him out? But these fucking hotel doors with their key cards!
Wasn't nothin' she could do with that. Think, Candy, think. And think fast!
She was getting frantic. She started feeling around the walls just for anything and that's when she spotted the vent behind the safe.
Who knew where the hell it led? People in movies were always crawlin' through vents to escape to someplace.
It was her only way out! She didn't have time to search through for clothes to put on, she had to act now. And who would
pass her up hitchhikin' with no clothes? All she had to do was get this damn grate off and get outta here, man! But she
couldn't pull it off with her bare hands. Ooh, might be a knife near her plate. She'll need a knife anyway, just in case.
Holy fucking-why, why all the time, why!
"Trying your hand at a little safe-cracking?" he teased, "A safe that's out in
the open, Candy? Come now, we don't keep the family jewels in there..."
Candy escaped to the bathroom when Rich got all grabby.
He laughed at her bein' skittish. Like a virgin, on her wedding night, or some shit but
whatever to that, man. She had to get the hell outta there! But there wasn't no way out.
There wasn't no way out. But she sure as hell wasn't goin' back to that room, back to that bed. Not tonight.
She didn't care what he did to her. She had been cooperative-she'd done that shit. She played along and said 'I do'
and everything and for a while, today, it was even fun but she was all played out. She couldn't do this no more.
Rich got impatient. He wanted to know what was taking so long, she had not even taken the lingerie he picked out for her.
"Candy, what are you doing?" He tried the door but it was locked. "Open this door."
Candy resolutely shook her head.
"Open this door! Now, I say!"
But she didn't look up at him again.
The door stopped rattling and she jumped up to see that he was really walkin' away.
No way that was the end of it. He told her before, no locked door stood in the way between him and
what he wanted for long. This was what it came down to then, he'd have to do what he had to do.
Candy eased down into the tub. He didn't come back but she couldn't stop watching and waiting. He never gave up.
Rich was irked. One step forward and two steps back with that girl.
She was almost more trouble than she was worth. Almost. But Rich never gave up.
This certainly was not how he envisioned his wedding night!
Ditto.
~
"Wake up, Candy."
When she opened her eyes to Rich's face hovering over her, Candy jumped up to her feet.
How did he get in without her hearing it? She wasn't in that deep a sleep, this tub wasn't exactly comfy.
And now what? What was he gonna do with her?
"I'm sorry."
"Don't. And wipe that look off your face," he said, "It's morning. Get yourself dressed, we have an appointment."
"You, um, want me to wear the wig?"
"Don't you dare. You have a whole new wardrobe, Mrs. Mann, of primarily your own choosing. Put on whatever costume you need
to embody your new role. Just be sure you still look like the woman I married, Candy. There is a time and a place for games."
~ ~ ~
"I'm just the mannequin, see. No need to really know nothing about me but the name's Peach. Not Peaches, Peach.
Just in case, y'know. Now, I don't know how we're gonna get all that hair up under the wig. But it's gotta be done..."
"There. Every girl wasn't meant to go blonde...but I think you can pull it off. It's what he wants, anyway."
"And you always give him what he wants, huh?"
"You ain't got no cause worry about me, chickadee. I ain't no kinda threat to you. Don't you know that?"
"Hmph. You got a mirror?"
"No, and ain't no time to get one. Soon as I step outta this room he's gonna grab you up and be ready to go." She looked
back over her shoulder at the door before she leaned down close to Candy. "Now you listen here, I've known that Mann years, ok."
"Wanna medal?"
"Shut up and listen to what I'm sayin', girl. He wants you. He wants you. Ok?
So you ride that shit. You ride that shit 'til it breaks, you hear what I'm sayin'?"
Candy was pretty sure that Peach, if that was her real name (like she was one to talk), was some kinda hooker. Escort, whatever,
somethin' like that. Least until somebody fucked up her face. So what she was sayin'...well, not like it was bad advice either way.
"Is she ready?"
"Ready freddy. Little miffed about the glasses," she said, placing them tenderly into his hand with a wink.
"Well done, my dear."
"Always at your service, Mr. Rich."
"Come along, Candy," he raised his voice. No doubt that she was listening at the door. But if there was a chance that she was making
for a window, after all he'd done to set up this farce for her instead of sedating and fitting her into his old portmanteau-which was his first thought
for getting her out of Widespot unseen-then she wasn't going to be the only one who was miffed! Good thing that doorknob started turning.
Peach had her orders. She stayed behind and tidied up while Mr. Rich took that ungrateful girl for the ride of her life.
~ ~ ~
"No baby in here."
"Candy. Candy, you can tell me. You can tell me anything. It's okay to say. Somethin' happen to your baby?"
~ ~ ~
Ride or die, bitch. That's kinda what Peach told her, that's how she remembered it. And she wasn't wrong about Rich.
He always got what he wanted but she was what he wanted, and not just her body either. She bet Peach didn't count on
him slippin' a ring on her finger! That really meant something to him. Candy Mann was different from Candy Hart to him,
so she was definitely gonna ride that shit out, far as it took her. And this morning it took her here, to their 'appointment'.
"Good morning. So, are you the mother?"
Candy panicked. She didn't know what she was supposed to say to that.
"This is my wife, Mrs. Mann."
"I see. Pleasure to meet you. Well, we've got a darling newborn boy upstairs. I understand that's what you're looking for.
You can head on up, if you like, my sister is in the playroom. She'll do the introductions and we can go from there."
Candy saw the baby and went straight for him. Looked like him, had to be him. Wasn't no other one there. She swooped him up.
"Ain't he precious? And hardly no trouble at all that one. Girlie here has grown
very attached. She'll be sad to see him go when he does, won't you? Up you come, then."
Candy heard not one word.
"Miss!" The woman called out, "You can't just take him. Miss!"
She followed Candy down the first flight of stairs, yelling after her. Candy didn't look back.
"Miss! Come back here! Wait! Oh, there you are, here, take Girlie. I'll go get her," the woman said to her sister.
"Leave her," Rich commanded. "We'll take it."
*Like that gift wrapped, sir? No? Very well. Thank you for shopping at Foundlings Inc.*
"Well? You've got him, what now?"
"Where's the car?"
"Around the corner, where we left it."
"Oh, yeah. Here. Hold him for a minute."
"Candy, what are you doing?" he asked as she dumped the menace into his arms.
So, here they were again. Like a bad penny, this child. "Where are you going?"
"Don't you hear her crying? We can't leave her here alone. The lady said she was already attached
to him. And I think we can afford a sister. Every little boy should have a big sister to boss him around."
"Absolutely not. Take your son, Candy. You wanted him, take him."
But she would not give in until he agreed to go see about that other brat.
"There, there. Stop your wailing. You won't even remember him tomorrow."
"Is this child bespoken?"
"Bespoken? Oh, 'fraid not, sir. But Girlie is the sweetest-"
"Yes, yes. My wife has a soft heart but another young child is out of the question. Let me have a look at her."
"Well, I will give you a few names. It will be up to the two of you if you choose to follow through but it is
my understanding that desperate yet unsuccessful parents are extremely generous with their finders' fees."
~ ~ ~
Candy walked in and peered into the empty crib herself. They were both gawking at her. She didn't know what to say.
"Since you're all here, Hart family-"
"Not all of us."
"-time to meet the tie that binds."
Rich handed him over and left the Harts to their reunion.
"So, let's see then."
"Baby boy," Candy said. "What'd yours end up being?"
"Uh, both girls," Rhett said, remembering she didn't know. "Proxy and Una."
"What's his name, Can?"
"Richie Rich."
Still in earshot, Rich sighed and shook his head.
"Named after his Pop." (That is, both of them.)
Valentine couldn't get used to that idea yet. Or thinking that Lana's ex was his son-in-law now. But those eyes were surely Rich Mann grey.
"Almost forgot, I got gifts. I found you the coolest suit, like, you are gonna be the sharpest
dude around in this suit, you hear me. And other stuff, too, for you and Pop and Goldie."
"We should call Goldie now to come round. I know she's dyin' to see you. The both of you."
"Not today, Pop." Goldie was never coming here, no freakin' way, okay. "We just got back.
Not long before you showed up. We're not really settled in yet, for company and things."
"Your sister isn't company."
"Come on, Pop. Think she's tryin' to tell us to leave."
"Kinda. I mean, Rich is bein' real nice about it but you did kinda knock him out, so, you know..."
"Okay, Candy."
"Promise, Pop. I'l bring the baby over to meet Goldie tomorrow."
"And Sandy and Proxy. They're living with us now."
"Say what? Rhett picked that old ass Sandy over Penny? No way."
"That's a long story. You do know it's a case of the pot pokin' fun at the kettle?"
She laughed. "Yeah. But I love him."
That was the first thing she said that Valentine completely believed and it made him incredibly sad.
"Look at that, the boy left his pot. Hey Rhett, come back here, you forgot something! Now, you sure you're okay?"
"Aces, Pop."
Aces? Either she'd picked up some new lingo or somethin' still wasn't right.
~ ~ ~
It was early, only a handful or regulars at the tables, nobody on the machines.
Candy double-checked, there was nobody at the counter either. Maybe...maybe.
Straight out the front doors. Why not? Worth a shot.
"Ms. M."
Crap.
"Funny thing seeing a baby in the casino."
"We were goin' for a walk."
"Kinda cold outside."
"Yeah, I guess it is."
"C'mon, Ms. M. Why don't we take Junior-"
"Don't call him that."
"Here. You take him...wherever. I'm-a go play some hold 'em. Or blackjack."
Seducing him was out of the question. She'd already tried it, a couple times. Nothin' doin'. He wasn't
gay either. She knew that for a fact But she couldn't crack him. None of them. In hindsight, Rich never would've
brought her here if she could. Fucking fortune sims. But she needed some kinda way to make her own fun.
"Hey boys. What's doin'?"
Candy had become quite the card sharp.
"Aces, baby. Read 'em and weep."
"Hey, there he is. 'Sup, Rich."
"Candy..." he started scolding but changed his tone.
"Candy, do you really think it's appropriate entrusting a pit boss with the care of our son?"
"What's the big deal? He looks fine, he doesn't stink. And you trust him with me."
"That most certainly is not true. There is no one I trust with you. But I don't need to trust them, I need to
trust you. You and Little Dick and I can all go home as soon as you prove to me that I can, Mrs. Mann."
He didn't understand why she wasn't pregnant yet. He suspected that wasn't
by accident but he was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. For now.
~ ~ ~
Lana could not contain herself when she got the news that Rich had installed his whore in their house as her replacement!
"Look at you. How long can you last? How long before he gets bored? This house and everything in it is mine. You'll see."
"No, this house and everything you see here, and everything you don't, belongs to my son," Candy told her,
"Don't matter what kinda tricks you try to get him back. You can't make another one."
But she could. When she got good and damn well ready, and not before then. You don't play your trump card unless you
have to, to stay in the game, or when it's gonna make you win it. That's one thing Candy learned on her 'honeymoon'.
She wasn't even listening when Lana started slinging the insults. Tramp? Whatever. She's heard worse.
"Yeah, okay. But if I'm a tramp then what the hell are you? His soulmate or somethin'?
Get real, Lana. A tiger don't change its stripes. Ain't that right, D.D.? Yes."
"That cat! Get that cat away from me."
"She lives here. You don't. So you can get yourself off our property. See ya!"
This was not over.
But Lana had no patience for that spoiled brat. She would get what was coming to her. Time to strike at the Hart.
Candy scooped up D.D. before she pounced. "We don't need to bother 'bout that mean old ugly lady runnin' her mouth."
"Ugly!"
Lana came running back while Candy was bent over tossing the cat back inside.
Ugly! Who the hell was she calling ugly! Little upstart-
-bitch!
Rich hopped up the steps, amused to have arrived home in time to witness such fun.
"Lana, lovely to see you, as always. Hello, my sweet," he said, staying Candy's fist with a touch of
his hand, "I do admire how determined you are to defy my warning about trespassing. Good show."
"Save it, Rich."
"But I caution you to seriously think twice before assaulting my wife."
"There now," he said, massaging out any dents to the assets.
Lana couldn't believe he stood there groping the girl right in front of her!
"That spit-polished trophy you have the audacity to parade around this town as the new Mrs. Mann
deserved a swift kick in the ass. You do, too. I only hope I live to see the day someone delivers it to you!"
"Go home, Lana. Now."
"Oh, I'm going."
But she would be back to claim what was rightfully hers, one day, one way or another.
"Where is the child, Candy?" Rich yelled out.
She shrugged at herself. "Nursery, I guess!"
"No, he isn't!"
"Then I don't fucking know," she said under her breath.
"Did you feed him today?"
"Of course, I fed him."
"More than once? If you remembered to feed him at least every time you got hungry that might be a good rule of thumb."
"Thanks for the tip, Rich."
All that hoopla, just for the principle of the thing! She would've gotten over not having him. But...but perhaps not.
"Don't get too used to this coddling, Little Dick, you. I am not fooled by those grey eyes,
you will have a brother and he will be the true heir. So don't you get too comfortable."
Rich wasn't too worried that she still wasn't pregnant. A whole lot more than half the fun was in the trying!
~
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