Mike woke up in the middle of the night next to Big Tits Heather. After fondling her a bit he kissed her and got ready to head back home. His stomach was starting to grumble and Heather could barely walk, let alone cook, especially at this hour. Mike winced at the hour on his phone. He hadn't planned on staying so late but Heather was quite vigorous and he was determined to get her pregnant. All this work to preserve humanity really wore him out. Since he was young he had been with many women but the only Birtha he found was Hannah. The rest of these women were just Dusty princesses there for his enjoyment. Fortunately Jennifer could cook. Mike had been telling her since she was young she needed to learn cooking and cleaning if she was mature. In an effort to prove how mature she was she started learning from Hannah's garden and started a food blog. If there wasn't any food ready at home he would just wake up Jennifer and have her make him something. Women were always so useful when you managed them properly, he mused as he zipped himself up.

Arriving home wasn't what Mike expected. It was about 3am when he cracked open the door and Jennifer threw the light on. Mikes mind spun coming up with a decent excuse.

"Hey babe. Sorry I'm late. I got to talking with Mayor Brown's assistant Mack. You remember Mack right?"

"MmmmHmmm." she said not buying it. Her arms were folded across her ample chest. 'She's so hot when she's pissed', he thought.

"Well Mack and I went out for a few drinks to blow off some steam after all of this. It's been rough on me babe, with the whole Hannah thing. This wasn't our plan." he finished.

Jennifer let out a breath. "Why didn't you answer your phone. I was so worried. I had to call my parents to cancel our plans. You said we would meet them last night, remember?"

Mike winced. He would have to make up for this one. In his mind, he believed that most anxious women just need sexual attention so they feel valued. "Baby, I'm so sorry." He said as he approached her in the chair. "I've just been so stressed you know. I thought one night off after all of this wouldn't bother you so much."

Sighing, Jennifer dropped her guarded stance with her arms across her chest, letting her braless C cups drop. Mikes mouth watered as he pressed. "You know what could ease my tension right now?" and dropped his zipper. A few moments later Jennifer gagged and said, "Jesus have you showered recently?" and he shut her up until he was done. He knew she was just tasting Heather and that made him finish faster. Thanking her he pushed her off to bed and headed to the kitchen to check out the grub. He pulled out the leftover dishes and smiled. His old wife could cook, but his new wife was a trained chef. He was glad he groomed Jennifer on this night. All his plans were coming together beautifully, he thought as he tore through his meal. Between Hannah's vegetables and Jennifer's cooking, and Heather's tits, he was really enjoying life. Even his boss let him nap on the job instead of watching the monitors if he took him out to pick up ladies. As Mike finished his meal, he left the dishes on the living room table, threw his dirty clothes wherever they landed and crawled into bed with Jennifer.

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Meanwhile, upstairs, a little boy with who had passed out on the couch in tears, woke up and crept down the hall clutching his little Billy doll looking for a glass of water. Mommy was away on Bay-cay-shun and Daddy and Mean lady would yell at him if he asked them for water so he had to find a way to get it himself. He walked to the bathroom sink but he couldn't move the wooden step stool so he could be tall like Mommy and reach the water. He pushed a box up against the counter, hoping he could climb un top of the box but his weight just pressed him back down and he couldn't reach it. He finally grabbed a straw and toddled over to the toilet. After flushing it, he took a drink and made his trek back up to his bedroom, occasionally holding his swollen arm. His tears and blubbering came silently as he went to sleep. He missed his mommy. He hopes baycashun will be over soon. Caleb wanted Mommy to be happy but Caleb wants to be happy too. Mommy would make the Mad Lady go away. Maybe Mommy will be back tomorrow. He'll ask the Mad Lady tomorrow. Hopefully he will wake up to Mommy and not her. Maybe Daddy would let him go see Gramma again. Daddy didn't usually talk to him and he ignored him when he did. His Daddy said he didn't understand his words, but Gramma and Grampa and Mommy knew his words. His Daddy was a fart. He fell asleep making plans to find his Mommy.

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Roger clutched his arms around his catatonic wife who was curled up in his daughter's childhood bed clutching her old teddy bear. The loss of their daughter and the police's lack of response was making the world feel so helpless. Beth had stopped taking her grains today. She assumed Hannah was dead and that Mike killed her and Caleb was next. Roger had to admit that he was deathly afraid that was the case as well, but he had more hope. He had the means to bribe Officer Carter to pay attention to the case and he had just came back from paying him off.

"It should only be a few more days until we can get Caleb back. And he might not hurt his own kid. Caleb hasn't ever come here hurt before." Roger coaxed his wife.

She remained silent. A few lingering moments later Beth reminded her husband in a stern tone, "Hannah was pregnant, Roger." Her voice broke as she said the word pregnant. Roger felt that sentence like a punch to the gut.

"Is pregnant. I refuse to believe she's gone Beth. It's just some blood. There's no body. Just because they say it's a suspected homicide doesn't mean it is. Maybe she left him after she saw the pictures. We don't really know, Beth. And Officer Carter is gonna figure it out. He may take bribes but he's a good man. He says he knew Hannah's friend Sarah from way back. He was asking about her. Told him about her jackass of a husband running off with a new Birtha. Men really are running around like these are the end of days, but I refuse to believe it."

"But what if it is. What if this is it, Rog. I'm so scared, honey." she said as she blubbered. Roger stood up and carried her back to their own bedroom and laid her down to rest. Kissing her forehead he left the bedroom and sat down at the dining room table with a bottle of whiskey.

"I'm scared too." he whispered to himself as tears silently fell down his face. Knocking back a shot he wiped them away and spent the rest of the night wondering where his child was.