Pregnant, indeed. Her latest tale didn't deter him at all; it only made the chase more fun.He hung the bucket on the spout and pumped some water. On his way back to the house, it splashed over the rim and onto his feet. He was careful coming back through the screen door. He didn't want to wake the entire household, and he didn't want to drip water on the floor.The two clocks struck midnight when he walked into the kitchen, one half a second behind the other. The twenty-four beat syncopated rhythm was enough to wake his Grandma Springer, and she was so deaf she couldn't hear a one hundred-piece brass band. While he stood adjusting to the racket, an idea took hold.His grin got bigger and bigger. He set down the bucket and walked to the refrigerator. He was sure Velma wouldn't mind if he borrowed a few things, especially since it was for such a good cause.When he got back to the bedroom, he found Martha Ann sitting primly on her side, the sheet tucked up around her chin. That innocent pose didn't make her one bit less sexy.
