I hadnāt planned on getting pregnant. It was the summer before my senior year of college and as a present to myself, I took a trip to Ireland. My tour guide, a handsome, scruffy man named Padric, was helpful in the extreme; he showed me every tourist site I could have dreamed of, along with a few local places he knew of. When he offered to take me to his flat instead of a local pub, I thought nothing of it and accepted the change with a smile.
I found myself tied to his bed within ten minutes of walking through his door. He was aggressive, stripping me nude with a practiced ease and binding my hands and feet like heād done it plenty of times before. The gag in my mouth kept me from screaming and I could do nothing but watch him remove his clothing and stroke the impressive erection he was sporting. He sat next to me and leaned in close, a wicked smile on his face.
āIāll be sending you home to America with a special little surprise, lass. Lie back and enjoy yourself.ā
That was eight months ago and I never did make it through my senior year. I got so big by the end of the fall semester that I had to quit school to prepare for my impending child. Sometimes I wonder what life would be like if I hadnāt let Padric talk me into going to his flat, but then I stroke the swell of my belly and know that I wouldnāt change a thing.
