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John McNally could still see dark Yolanda beneath him as he made love to her, and then her leg over him as he did it again this morning – just moments before Trish walked in on them. Something in what Trish had said had made Yolanda snap. Sad, really. He’d love to see what his baby would look like coming out of a black woman! There weren’t many of them in the U.P., so it was a real novelty!

He groaned with reawakened need as he drove to Missy and Molly’s apartment. Molly should be at work, he figured, though he wasn’t always privy to her schedule which changed from time to time according to when the sheriff thought she was needed.

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Missy paced the floor again, wondering how to phrase things so that John would understand the gravity of their situation. She went back into the bathroom where the test on the counter stared menacingly at her – as if to mock her for her lack of sense. She had been so careful! She hadn’t missed a single dose of her pills.

She thought about it again. No, there were a few days she wasn’t sure about… days when John told her she’d taken it, but she hadn’t had any recollection of taking it. She must have been going crazy. Surely, he was right.

What would Molly say?!

What would John say?

Maybe he constantly talked about making babies, but that didn’t mean anything, did it?

She would demand that he marry her. That would be the right thing! He might continue to have other women, but he would come home to her! She would be the one to be Mrs. McNally!

The doorbell rang. She took a deep breath and went to answer.

“Hello, sweetheart!” John said, stepping in, closing the door behind him. He pulled her into his arms and lowered his lips to meet hers.

As the kiss ended, Missy began, “I have something...”

His lips covered hers a second time, his tongue pressing into her mouth, as if he didn’t want to hear her news. Maybe it didn’t matter today. Her clothing puddled to the floor and his quickly joined hers. He guided her to the dining table and lifted her, placing her on the smooth, cold wooden top that would freak out her sister if she saw!

“John...”

“Sweetheart!” he replied, parting her thighs and pushing into her as if he hadn’t had any satisfaction since he was with her last. She could almost pretend that was true as well.

Missy cried out as he made love to her, pounding desperately into her. For all his faults, he was a spectacular lover! He made her feel like the only woman in the world – even when she knew she wasn’t. But he would marry her. Once he knew her secret. After they made love, she determined. Then she’d tell him.

She cried out with the arousal she had come to know and desire whenever he was with her. Her first taste of him, months ago now, had been enough to make her an addict! Her summer vacation was now filled with lovemaking, and she loved every second!

John pumped harder into her, faster, holding onto her for dear life, even as she held him close to her. She cried out again and again as his moans joined hers. Then, he pushed harder into her, deeper… and stopped. She felt him deposit his seed within her. Her longing was satisfied – for the moment. She loved feeling him inside her, loved feeling his juices added to hers.

“John...”

“Sweetheart! Exactly what I needed! Do ya have someteen ta eat? I’m starvin’!”

“Sure,” she replied. She guessed her news could wait. He pulled out and lifted her down from the table. She grabbed a napkin to sop herself up, then washed her hands. She’d already eaten, but making a second breakfast wasn’t too much work.

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John watched Missy get to cooking, still naked. She had felt good around him. Even as he thought that, he knew he was lying. She felt heavenly! Ever since Yolanda got mad at him that morning, he’d been thinking about Missy. He wondered if she knew yet. She was a week and a half late now. She should know. He liked the idea of coming home to her every day. If she understood his need for women, then they would work around that together, right? Missy could easily satisfy a large part of his hunger.

He wandered down the hall towards the bathroom and paused to pick up a book off the floor and return it to the shelves. His gaze rested on a picture of the sisters with a beater car. Not the one that Molly drove now. They drove an old Blazer now – perfect for hauling a few things from Minnesota when they moved to Michigan. The plates though – they were newer. Of course, they would have been changed when they moved. He wondered what was triggering his senses. Something was odd there. He’d have to look into their records. They were hiding something.

John continued into the bathroom where he washed up. Then he noticed the test still sitting on the counter. Its telltale two dots gave him all the information he needed to know about Missy. She was pregnant – and she knew. He grinned as he put the test in her drawer. He didn’t know if Molly knew yet. Of course, Missy might make him marry her now. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad though. He’d have her whenever he wanted and when that wasn’t enough, he could still go to Trish. Maybe he could get Molly to let him into her bed as well. The three of them might almost be enough for him!

That waitress though. Renee, he thought her name was. He could have her too, though she cost money. The Cowans needed a plan to make more money, he realized again. He would do his part again. At the police station, he was in a good position to help them as well.

Maybe he could find out where Matthew Nygaard was hiding. If he turned him in, there could be a reward for bringing in a fugitive. Maybe he could talk someone into offering a reward… That would help him out, give him some money to help him live the life he desired.

He heard the Blazer pulled up.

He left the bathroom, still naked. The front door opened, admitting Molly to the apartment.

“John!” she shrieked, instantly holding up her hand to shield his privates from view.

He laughed. “Good ta see ya, Molly!”

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