"Oooooh don't stop… don't ever stop!" she mimicked her mother, softly cooing to herself and feeling an undeniable thrill deep within her soft, untouched ten year old belly. Somehow Jeanie knew that life would be more worthwhile from now on… life would be worth living!
CHAPTER TWO
Morgan smiled, the bright winning professionally "natural" smile that he knew usually got him anything he wanted. It was Saturday and little Jeanie was home from school. With her characteristic impulsiveness, the little girl threw open the door to greet her uncle.
"Hi!" she cried. "Come on in… are we ever expecting you!"
Morgan entered, a handsome, dark-haired twenty year old, ten years younger than his brother Brint but endowed with the same casual good looks, the same lazy manner which was pushed to an unfortunate extreme, seemingly by his youth and the fact that he was the baby of the family.
"Hi, Jeanie… what's happening, kitten… where's your Ma and, Pa?" Morgan didn't particularly look forward to staying with his brother and sister-in-law, but it served his purposes at the time.
Having had the misfortune of losing his job with the airlines at the same time that he was evicted from his apartment in the city meant that he had to hole up somewhere for awhile. Living with Brint and Fran and their bratty kid, Jeanie, would be better than living at home with his folks. He knew that his mother couldn't dream of anything more wonderful than having him home again, but he did not want to go through having to keep ridiculous hours, put up with boring comments about the length of his hair, and all the rest that went with living at home again.