Remembering, Dianne had thought both of them were going to lose their senses! It hadn't been a new thing in her mind, only in the doing… and she had, gulping and swallowing the seething, delicious nectar of his excitedly boiling sperm right down into her belly! She'd lived a year on that memory, with the occasional help of her fingers, and at that very moment she could think of little else! Days… hours… that was all, and she would do it again…!

"We have come in, Mrs. Dianne!" Kye interrupted her sensual reverie, barging through the rear door with Sergeant before him. "The sky is darkened, besides, Olaf doesn't believe many things I say. Oh, come off that shit, he says, and I don't know what to think!"

The crude four-letter word struck Dianne with a bit of an impact, but not enough for her to make an issue of it. She reminded herself that she had to remember all of the unbelievable ingredients that went to make up this boy, this entire picture, plus her own accepted responsibilities to him. Besides, it wasn't as if she'd been raised in a household where such terms weren't tossed about. Though her mother had been religious and her father, somewhat, her dad had always shown a tendency toward ribaldry in his remarks… and many of them dealing with sexual aspects. Both of her brothers had been wild, while her younger sister wrote her letters that Playboy wouldn't print.

"I-I wouldn't let anything that Olaf says bother you, Kye, if I were you," she casually replied. "These American boys are different and can be pretty harsh sometimes, dear…"

"But he is Swedish he says. Did he lie?"

"No. His parents are Swedish. He is an American, Kye, born in this country," Dianne explained, wiping her hands. "Just as your sons will be American, darling, when they are born here."

"Do you think that will really happen, Mrs. Dianne? Will they let me stay?" he questioned excitedly.