"You're not my type." I groaned and sat down.
"Oh, oh no baby." He chuckled, wiping his mouth, "I'm not. But I still had you screaming my name last night."
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"You're not my type." I groaned and sat down.
"Oh, oh no baby." He chuckled, wiping his mouth, "I'm not. But I still had you screaming my name last night."
On the twelfth hour of October 1st, 1989, 43 women gave birth. It was unusual as none of them had been pregnant since the first day they started.
Sir Reginald Hargreeves adopted 7 of them.
Until he...