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Show me what has happened. While Luke and I were out, Stacy and Han have been "doing it" and now she is having a baby. She has at least one baby every time we play. Ooooooh, she groans, thrashing her skates around in the grass, the pain, the pain. What can Luke and I do? I ask, seeing that under her shirt she has stuffed the old diapers my dad uses to check the oil in the car. She smells of gasoline and tires. Send Luke in the X-Wing to get Han. He went to the Vesper a System to shoot Wamp Rats. I neeeeeed him. With her last words, her body is racked in pain and she begins to roll down the grassy slope in my front yard. I give Luke a quick kiss and go to push Stacy back up the hill. Can I get you some water? I ask. Maybe a cool cloth to swath you with? No, she says, Get some boiling water and rip some sheeeeeeeets. Stacy rolls back down the hill, and I return to the carport hoping to find some ratty diapers in the rag bin or maybe a bucket. It's coming! I hear from the lawn only moments later. Dropping the newly-found bucket, I run over to her. She is breathing in short breaths and spitting everywhere. Whoosh whoosh, it's coming, whoosh whoosh, oh the pain, whoosh whoosh, can you see the head, whoosh whoosh, oh Han, oh Han, where are you, whoosh whoosh. I move to where I will be able to deliver the baby, and with one final scream from her, I pull the rags out from under Stacy's shirt. She begins to weep bitterly. Boy or girl, she cries, sobbing into the grass. It's a... 132 |