Date: Mon, 10 Mar 2014 09:33:20 -0400
From: Jay Stick <joystick56@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Customer/Dexter's Saga #26

The Customer/Dexter's Saga
Chapter #26

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"It's nice to know that I am needed and appreciated," Jesse said
sarcastically as he got up to leave the meeting. "Just remember to tell the
President that if I stay - I will have to convert and that would
necessitate having my cock cut --- I just don't know if he or my country
warrants that. I am no hero, nor do I want to be a hero, or even if I want
to make such a sacrifice for my fucking country."

Chapter 26

"Where do you think you are going? Get your damn ass back in here!"
screamed Director Green as Jesse opened the door and prepared to
leave. "You shut that fucking door and sit down! We both work for the
President and we will do whatever he says. Who the hell do you think you
are talking to! What the hell did you mean by that?"

"Just what I said," Jesse said, closing the door and replying in a
controlled voice. "There is just so much that I will do for you and the
President and I don't think having myself 'cut' is in my Job
Description. Just in case you did not know or forgot, Yethro is no longer
just a judge that could be removed from office, willy-nilly."

"Yes, the bastard is now the dictator of one of our states. Thanks in great
part to you!" Director Green pointed out.

"No not the dictator, at least not yet! And I doubt that I had that much to
do with it, but anyway, he is now a legitimately elected government
official responsible to the electorate. As long as he stays within the law,
he has the right to govern and do, as he wants. Only if he goes outside the
law can we take matters into our hands. Don't worry sooner or later he,
like most demagogues, will cross that line."

"And I want and need you around and on our side to report it to me. You are
the only one that we have that is close to him. That fool trusts you, and
until now, so have I. We have no one else. If the time comes and we have to
use force, you will be the one to carry out the order. I want your
assurance that you will do whatever you are ordered to do! I want you right
where you are and if I have to - I will defend you with the President. The
only problem is that while he never comes right out with it 'the man' keeps
pressing me to push this traitor into making an error. You have got to
understand that the President is first and foremost a politician. I think
he is afraid that Yethro and all his new friends are becoming too
powerful. He thinks they will form a new party and overthrow the two-party
system in this country. Aside from that - since he has become the Governor
he has made lots of contacts and together they are putting all kinds of
pressure on the Congress to cut our Defense and Homeland funds. You and I
both know that without that money, we might as well learn Arabic and how to
pray 5 times a day to Allah. There will be nothing to stop them once the
military, the C.I.A., the F.B.I. and Homeland are defunded. Who is going to
stand up to these bastards?"

"How about all our armed citizens? There are still plenty guns floating
around that could make it difficult..."

"Your father and his friends are seriously looking to amend the
constitution making it possible for him to run for the Presidency - how
long do you think they would allow gun ownership to continue?"

"I was talking about the unofficial Militias."

"If by that you mean the right wing militias, how long do you think even
those idiots could hold out? You know as well as I do that those morons
wouldn't last a week. We would be lucky if they didn't kill each other off
first," he laughed. "But seriously, Yethro and his friends have become a
danger, even more so than the "Tea Partiers" were or could ever be. They
have at least stayed within the Republican Party. They act as a splinter
group with little if any chance of becoming a majority of that party. They
know damn well that as a separate party they would never have any sort of
real power. However, Yethro and his friends are beginning to draw support
from both parties as well as a lot of independents and it looks like they
will soon become strong enough to run candidates in most states. Both the
President and the opposition party are beginning to feel the pressure and
want Yethro, shall we say 'put out of the picture'. They feel that he is
going to divide the country into two parts - the Northeast and the rest of
the country. He has to be stopped and if he continues, the President is
likely to use anything to stop him, including your homosexual relationship
with Yethro."

"That won't work. He will just say that he realized Sharia law legally
enslaved me. However, he was able to use that law to rescued me from a life
of prostitution."

"How did he do that?" the Director asked.

"Well Sharia Law permits slavery of non-believers, but it also provides for
a slave to be set free if his master wants to free him or if the slave
converts to Islam," Jesse said. "In my case he purchased me from Sultan and
then permitted me to choose freedom or to stay with him. I chose both. Then
as an act of kindness he took me back and made me his legal son and
heir. He will just tell them that he and Sharia Law pulled me out of the
gutter and made me respectable. As recompense he not only gave me a job and
is sending me to school, but adopted me as his legal son. He can and will
point out that's what he is trying to do with the country. All of which is
true in a large sense," Jesse continued. "Look, the more you try to paint
this guy as a villain, the more he is going to come out smelling like a
rose. We have had 'Teflon' Presidents before, well you could call him the
'Teflon Governor'. The people just love him and think he is the new
messiah. Remember that Yethro comes from a long line of Holy Men. He is
even named after the father-in-law of Moses. If you try to crucify him, it
will only confirm what they think. It will backfire on you and remember
what happened to the last crucified messiah."

"Are you telling me that people will believe that he is some sort of
savior? A new Jesus?"

"People believe what they want to believe. You can make them believe what
ever you want! Have you ever watched some of the things that appear on the
History Channel? Or heard the right wing religious programs on T.V.? Alien
Gods, the end of times and all that crap. Over and over, day in, day
out. You can tune in to it 24/7. After a while it seems so real that even I
have to question things. Sooner of later even Yethro will begin to believe
he is the awaited one. To tell the truth, I'm not sure he doesn't believe
it now."

"I didn't know that Muslims believe in a messiah?"

"Oh Yes! They sure do! He is called 'al-Mahdi'. Ask the your British
friends in MI-5 & MI-6 about this. They had many Muslim uprisings in India
when they ruled it. Most were caused by fake al-Mahdis. The real one will
come to earth bringing peace and justice and restoring the true religion
(Islam) for a period of seven to nine years before the end of the world,"
said Jesse. "But before he comes there will be holy war the likes of which
the world has never seen. Jihad it is called, just incase you have
forgotten the phrase."

"It sounds like a fairy tail of some kind," the Director said. "Are there
any Muslims who don't believe in this al-Mahdi?"

"While not all Christians believe in the End Times, most if not all Muslims
do or want to believe. There are two major sects in Islam, Shia and
Sunni. They both believe in al-Mahdi, but the Shiites perhaps a little more
strongly. Some Shiites believe that after the death of the founder of Islam
there were Twelve Imams who were divinely chosen or inspired to interpret
Allah's laws. The first of these was Ali, the son-in-law of Mohammed. Other
Imams followed until the year 873 when, according to tradition the last in
this line of Imams just disappeared. Tradition says that he did not die,
but instead went into hiding. His reappearance will herald the 'Last
Days'."

"And they believe this fairy tail? How can any educated, modern person
believe in such...?"

Jesse, interrupting him, said, "Why is this so hard for you to understand?
Is it any different than the resurrection of Christ or the 'Revelation and
Last Days' of the Christian faith. The only difference is that there are
large sects within Islam who believe that it is their duty to help along
the entire process by killing off as many or all of us infidels and
non-believers as they can. Those that are not killed will be
enslaved. These sects think nothing of killing millions even if in the
process, they have to die themselves. They would gladly sacrifice billions
of their own to slaughter every non-Muslim on earth."

"And there is no way we can convince them that they are wrong?"

"The truth, the hard truth, is no! There is no way at all! You cannot
reason with fanatics. And most of them are fundamentalist fanatics who
would and do kill even their own people if they get out of line. So you
see, George Bush and all the idiots that we have elected have been wrong
when they talked about the 'moderate good' Muslims. There is no such
animal! If there are they are too scared of the leaders. Winston Churchill
was one of the few westerners to not only realize this but said it early
on, that this is really a war of religion against religion. Culture against
culture. It is sad to say that he was right and nothing has changed since
his days. We have to wake up. There is no other way - we must kill them
before they kill us." Jesse said and concluded, "There is no re-educational
way or process to avoid this. You cannot reason with Jihadists. One way or
the other - it comes down to them or us."

"You're confusing me! I don't understand! You just said that we have to
kill them. Before that when I said that the President was thinking of using
any method to get rid of Yethro you said that killing him will not
help. What the hell do you mean?"

"I know it is confusing but just killing him will not help anymore than the
hanging of John Brown prevented the Civil War from coming. Nor for that
manner in our own time, did the death of Hitler stop Anti-Semitism. The
only thing we can do is to watch and wait until Yethro makes his big
mistake and we can nail him.. And he will make that error. And when he does
- we have to be there to catch him and bring him to trial and convict him
not only by our Constitutional Law, but also by his Sharia Law. That's the
only way we can do it. We have to follow both the Constitution and somehow
make it look as if it was the will of Allah. We have to hope that God is on
our side and not theirs."

"But God is with us - isn't He?" the Director asked.

"I sure hope so, although there are times I have to question it! And
perhaps that is the difference between the fanatics and me - I always
question myself! Now, if you don't mind, I'll get back to work."

"Would you like to tell the President what you just told me? I mean tell
him face to face."

"My telling him this will not change anything except to get both of us in
trouble. No one, not even he wants to hear the truth! I think he already
knows the truth. He just has his head in the sand..."

"I still think you should tell him face to face. That way both of us can be
sure that he knows why this is taking so long. If and when he has to give
that kill order, you and I will at least have the satisfaction of knowing
he acted with the knowledge of the facts. The problem with our system of
government is that our President never ever gets to hear directly from the
agents in the field. He always gets his facts second or third hand at
best. There is a wall of stone built around him that isolates and prevents
reality from seeping through. I'm not even sure if it is he that wants it
that way or if it is his advisors who want it this way. To cover their
asses, they may want only the good news to be set before him. Once, just
once, I would like him to talk to an agent in the field. Perhaps if he
heard it from your mouth he might lift that head of his out of the sand and
then take some action based on facts instead of hearsay."

"I really think it is a crappy idea that will do nothing, but if you think
you can arrange it and keep the whole thing secret - I'll meet with him. I
know he will not like what I have to say but someone has to say it. If it
should ever get out that we met I would be dead meat," Jesse said. "You
know I take a chance even coming to meet you here. The only way I can get
away with it is to say that I'm meeting Phyllis who works downstairs for a
date."

"There is little chance that anyone knows that our office is here. It is
not that we hang a sign on the door. All of our people, including the
custodial staff, are security cleared and loyal. But I will arrange
something that will cover your backside. After all, I am the head of
Homeland Security and should be able to pull it off. The man has to be made
aware of the situation. Even if nothing happens - we will at least be able
to say we tried."

A few weeks went by and Jesse heard nothing. He had given up on the meeting
until Yethro came into his office one day and asked him how he would like
to meet the President! The question almost floored him. He sat there, his
mouth open and in a state of shock. The Judge just stood there smiling.

"How did you arrange that?" Jesse was finally able to get out.

"Well it appears that our State and our administration has attracted a lot
of attention lately and because of our progress, the next meeting of the
Conference of State Governors is scheduled be held here."

"Congratulations Governor," Jesse said standing up and bowing deeply from
the waist. "That is great news and a great honor, but what has that got to
do with my meeting the President?"

"Well, since you are my chief aid and secretary, I am placing you in charge
of making all the arrangements. The President has been invited to address
the conference and while he still has not decided if he will attend or not,
we still have to be prepared. This will mean that in addition to arranging
for the protection of all those Governors and working with their Security
People, you will have to work with the Secret Service to make arrangements
for the protection of the President. It's a big job and one that must be
handled with delicacy and, shall we say, tact. You are the only one I can
trust with the task. I was speaking to the President's People and they
would like to meet with you not only here, but also they may want you to
come to Washington and work with them on the Presidential security. When I
first suggested you for the job, they were kind of wary about it and at
first refused to even consider you. I guess that they were concerned about
your past for some reason. You know the fact that you worked in a place of
ill repute and all your name changes. I told them that you had reformed
yourself. I did explain that as my adopted son, I take full responsibility
for you! If they were not comfortable with my personal assurances about
your loyalty and competence - the President need not come. I also pointed
out that the President, himself, had worked with many 'bad kids' when he
was a legal advocate to the poor. Therefore I was sure that he would not
object to my having followed his example. Well it looks as if they folded
because they just called me back and said that they had checked you out and
that they will allow it if they are in charge and you are willing to follow
their orders."

"What did you tell them?" Jesse asked.

"I agreed. What else could I do? After all they are responsible for his
safety and I would not like you to carry that on your shoulders. It's a big
thing for me to have him here and it is one step up our ladder to national
recognition. Will you do it for me?"

"I'm not really qualified to do this myself. I will need a lot of help and
money for the arrangements."

"Don't give me that shy guy routine, I know you better! You are qualified
and besides, I don't trust anyone else. You will have all the help you
need. I have already alerted the State Police and don't worry about the
money. Most of it will come from the Federal Government. Besides it will
give you experience for your political future."

"My future? And what future is that?" Jesse asked.

"You know that I'm grooming you to be the President someday!"

Jess laughed at this but said. "I really don't want to do this - but seeing
as you want it - I'll do it. And as for me being President... that will
never happen. You will be able to run before I have any chance at all!"

In the next few days after it was announced that the Governors Conference
was to be held there, the State Capital became a mad house. Hospitality
committees and housing had to be arranged as well as security set up. One
day, Jesse was busy trying to arrange some of the security details when
Yethro came bursting into his office just as his phone began to
ring. Yethro signaled him not to pick it up yet, and then told him that the
phone call was most likely the Director of Homeland Security. "He just
called me and I referred him to you. I just want to see how you handled
it."

Jess smiled at the Governor, picked up the phone and said, "Hello,
Governor's Office, may I help you?"

"Hello! I hope so. Is this Mr. Jesse Allwadii that I'm talking to?"
Mr. Green asked in a formal tone.

"Yes it is. To whom am I talking?"

"I'm Director Philip Green from Homeland Security. I'm calling on behalf of
the Secret Service, regarding an upcoming Presidential visit to your city."

"I was wondering when I would get a call from Washington on this."

"I'm not in Washington. I'm here, right in your city and I wonder if it
would be possible for you to drop by my Hotel room tomorrow at 10 in the
morning. There are a few details we have to work out."

"You want me to come to your hotel tomorrow morning?" Jesse asked. "I'm
sure I can, but let me check my calendar and with the Governor - he is
right here." He did this to let Director Green know that he was not alone
in his office.

Jesse looked at Yethro and Yethro said it was O.K. Then he said into the
phone that tomorrow would be fine for a meeting. "By the way what time
would you like me to be there again? What are your telephone number and the
address of your hotel and room number? Please forgive me - what was your
name again?"

Jesse, acting like he did not know the Director from a hole in the wall,
took all the information and wrote it down on his daily calendar and after
thanking him for the call, hung up.

The Judge smiled and said, "Aside from the fact that you appeared to be a
bit nervous, you handled that rather well. I spoke to the Chief of the
State Police and he tells me that you are also doing very well with his
group. From what I hear the feedback from the other Governors has been
fantastic. I'm proud of you. I'm sure you will do well with the Feds
also. I want you to know, if there is anything you need - just ask for it."

Jesse got up, walked out from behind his desk and looked up and down at the
Governor. "Yes, there is something I not only want but need," he said as he
walked over to the door connecting his and Yethro's offices and locked and
bolted it. Then quickly walked over and locked and bolted the public access
door, assuring them of complete privacy. Turning his back to the door he
leaned back against the door and continued to stare at Yethro.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" Yethro asked nervously as Jesse
slowly approached the Governor then took him in his arms and kissed him.

"What the hell do you think I'm doing?" Jesse whispered into Yethro's ear.
"Damn it Yethro, do you realize that we have not been alone for days? It
feels like years and I miss you. Since this Governors' conference started
we have not had any private time together. Do I have to make a special
appointment to schedule a sex session or something? Or have you just lost
interest?"

"Lost interest? Hell no, Jess, I've missed you, too!" he said somewhat
relieved and returning Jess's kiss. "Governing this state and this job is
much bigger than I thought. Dan and I are trying to run this State at a
profit..."

"Shut the fuck up and don't hand me that crap! I know about the latest
money making scam the two of you are running," Jesse hissed.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Those special lists Dan brings you, that's what I'm talking about! You've
lost interest in me and now that you are Governor you can have as many men
as you want. Are you turning into another Bill Clinton or Elliot Spitzer?
You think I'm blind? I see the two of you looking over those lists of
special prisoners and deciding which men are to be sent to hard labor and
which are lucky enough to be offered clemency provided they are willing to
be specially trained. Funny, isn't it, that all of those 'special men' are
young with blond hair, blue eyes and great bodies. You always did like that
type. Didn't you? . I also know about those special shipments the two of
you have been making overseas to some of your friends."

"You got this all wrong Jess," Yethro confessed

"Then set me straight!"

"Most of them are willing to do anything to get out of a life working on
the roads or in the mines. They are given special training to prepare them
for, shall we say, less rigorous activities outside the country."

"I can see the two of you salivating. I not only see it but I think you
want to get rid of me and find another lover. I know I'm getting older and
you might like a more accommodating and younger bed partner. Don't lie to
me! You are looking for someone else!" Jesse said, knowing it was not true,
but trying to put the blame on the Judge. To make him feel guilty.

"Me! Looking for someone else? Are you off your rocker? Have you gone
crazy? You are not only my lover, but you are my son. My only son! My life
partner! I gave up my wife for you! I risked everything when I set you
free. I would not get rid of you even if I could. Those men are repeat
criminals and some of them are waiting to be executed. Do you think that I
would exchange you for a killer? We offer them the choice of imprisonment
for life here, where they know they will become the sex toy of a brutal
convict, or voluntary slavery over seas. Most jump at the chance and choose
it willingly as a better alternative. They beg to sign the legal papers,
kissing our hands and hope their new owners will treat them better. It is
another cost cutting idea Dan and I came up with and any profit made, goes
into the treasury. How could you even think I would trade any of those men
for you? You are the love of my life? Jess, my love, the real truth is,
it's this job! This fucking job! There is no one else and there never will
be anyone but you. At night, I just want to fall into bed. I'm too
exhausted to do anything but sleep. If there is anyone at fault here it is
not I, but you."

"ME? How is it my fault?"

"Yes.. It's your fault, you always scheduled every second of my day and
there is always someone or something interfering! The only time we see each
other is when you come in to introduce a new visitor.  Every time you do
that, I've wanted to grab you and fuck the hell out of you right there on
my desk and in front of everyone."

 "Well, forget about that hard desk. It's too uncomfortable. Besides it has
a glass top and who wants to wind up with glass splinters in their ass? Can
you see us trying to explain to the doctor how we got that way as he stands
over our bare backsides trying to remove the glass shards?" Jesse smiled
and then waved his arm and pointed to the far corner wall and said, "Just
to prevent that sort of embarrassment, look at what I had delivered
today. A nice, comfortable leather couch! Why do you think I had it
installed? Do you think I like to take catnaps during the day? As you see,
I just locked the doors and this room is soundproof... So what are we
waiting for? There is no time like the present to break in the furniture.."

"Jesse, you are a sneaky dog," Yethro laughed. "Leave it to you to come up
with the solution. I hereby order you to schedule a 'catnap' time at least
four times a week from now on."

"That I will do, my love," Jesse said as he led him over to the leather
couch and took him in his arms and kissed him deeply, his tongue entering
his mouth and trying to explore the hot moist interior. As he withdrew his
tongue the older man started to suck on it and deepened the kiss. Both men
moaned and the Judge's hands were all over his younger lover as Jess pushed
aside the groping hands and started to undress him. When he had him nude he
draped his body over the armrest like a sack of potatoes and then stroked
his back muscles easing his nude body into the right position. He then
quickly removed his own jacket, tie, shirt and undoing his belt let his
pants and underpants fall to the floor and kicked them out of the way. His
cock twitched furiously at the sight before him. He then slowly massaged
his own cock moaning at the sight of Yethro, lying over the armrest with
his butt sticking up in the air at just the right height. Nudging the
judge's legs apart, Jess knelt down and stuck his nose into the man's
ball-sack and nuzzled against the soft skin. He took a deep breath and
inhaled the manly odor and licked along the perineum, that erogenous zone
between his balls and asshole. "Oh! How I miss our times on the raft up at
the lake," he whispered and then his tongue tip flitted around and into the
pulsating rosebud. Yethro moaned as Jesse buried his face into the valley
between the ass mounds and kissed and sucked on the rosebud. Next, he sat
back and watched as the hole twitched and twittered. Wetting his finger he
inserted it past the judge's ass ring and ran it along the walls of the
love canal until he hit the pleasure spot.

"Ohhhhhh," moaned the Judge as Jess rubbed his finger back and forth over
the prostate.

"I found it, damn it, I found it," smiled Jesse gleefully. "It's been so
long since I've been into you I thought I would forget my way. 'Mashallah!'
it appears like you might have tightened up a bit since I was last in
here. Yes, I think so. In that case let's try two fingers," Yethro moaned
as Jess inserted two and then three fingers. "You really like this don't
you, you dirty old man?"

"Oh yes, I do! You are right it has been so long that I might have
tightened up a bit. So that proves that I have not been using any prison
bitches or others." He laughed.

"I knew that love - I was just saying that to arouse you. Can you forgive
me?"

"Yes, but only if you promise never to question my love for you
again. Don't ever do that again! It really hurt me to think that you would
even think that I would even look at another man," he said and moaning even
louder as Jesse continued to probe deeper and deeper.

"I promise never to doubt you again, lover," Jesse pledged.

"Ohhhhhhhhh you better be sure this room is sound proof! I AM ABOUT TO
SCREAM." Yethro moaned as he began rocking his hips towards the invading
fingers trying to get them deeper into his ass. By doing this he found that
his own cock rubbed against the material of the couch leaving wet spots of
pre-cum.

"It better be sound proof! Because I intend to fuck you senseless," Jess
moaned. "Now let's try an even bigger finger now. Are you ready? Open
sesame. Here comes Ali Baba, less the forty thieves, to steal your inner
treasure! The fingers were removed and an even larger object was placed at
the entrance to his asshole. Jesse's cock head pressed and wiggled a bit
against the hot flesh, sending tremors of heat and ecstasy along the
judge's spine as his young lover slid his cock in with little effort. In
one quick push Jesse buried his cock deep into him as Yethro released a
loud squeal.

"Ohh shittttt! Oh babe, it feels so good, so hot..." Jesse hissed through
his teeth and without missing a beat he pulled back and pushed again into
the judge's ass. He continued over and over again like a pirate ravaging a
treasure-laden ship. Their ball-sacs slapped against each other's, skin
rubbing skin against skin. It was like having his cock in a red-hot
furnace. The pumping and pounding continued as both were consumed and
overcome by a feeling of bliss and rapture. Without realizing it, Jesse
overcome by the heat of the moment, started moaning endearing but filthy
Arabic phrases into Yethro's ear.

"Oh Jess, Habibi!" Yethro screamed as the fiction of his own cock rubbing
against the leather couch arm got the better of him and made him cum hard -
shooting six volleys of hot cum over the couch arm. These multiple orgasms
caused his rectum to squeeze around Jesse's cock like a leather glove and
senting him over the top as well. Both of them lay there exhausted and
spent. After a while the judge purred, "you know Jesse, I think that was
the best we've ever done together! It just keeps getting better and better,
but where the hell did you learn those Arabic words? Have you been holding
out all this time?"

Thinking quickly in order not to blow his cover about his vast knowledge of
the language, he blushingly said, "Well I'm afraid that some of my new
friends at the Mosque have been trying to teach me some 'Bed-Room
Arabic'. I hope I pronounced them right and they were not too offensive. As
far as this being the best ever, I disagree. The best ever was the first
time we had sex after you freed me and I returned to you and we did it as
lovers and not as slave and master. But you can say that this was the most
spontaneous anyway. Thank God I have a private bathroom here so we can
clean up. It would be hard to explain this mess to the cleaning staff."

"Fuck them and fuck the entire world. Oh! I look forward to the time when
we can tell them all to go to hell! I loved it when you used those Arabic
words. Your Arabic was very good almost perfect. I almost lapsed into
Arabic myself. It really turned me on. Made me feel like I had been
abducted and screwed in the desert. The only thing missing was the sand. I
will have to teach you much more Arabic. In fact I want you to be able to
talk to me in Arabic all the time. It is such a romantic and poetic
language. And as my son you must learn to speak it flawlessly, as some day
we are going to require it as the official language of this Islamic
Nation."

"I am learning more and more Arabic and would like to use some of it with
you if you do not laugh at my mistakes. As for this being an Islamic
Nation, you know that if this were that kind of country we would not be
able to..."

"I will try not to laugh at your Arabic. As for the Islamic Nation
business, don't even think that! There are always ways my love-always
ways. Every Sultan, tribal leader, Emir, Sheik and even the rich had and
still have their male harems. I see no reason to change that. But, in my
case I do not want, nor will I need a harem of any kind... just you. I hate
to think of the day when you are forced to take a woman to your bed in
order to give us a son. I will hate every minute that you have to spend
with her making her with child. Just remember that when she has a boy, it
will be 'OUR' son, yours and mine, not hers."

To be continued...