The Pregnant Mother Down the Street

When April signed up for the Big Brother program, it was supposed to begin and end with me taking her son out to so she could tend to her divorce issues. Yet, entranced by her cerulean eyes, golden-wheat colored hair, and pregnant belly, the divorced mother seemed to be ripe for the picking. Age didn’t matter, not to me, and while assuring her of her beauty one day, I proved it the only way a man and woman could.