Broken Tiara
mc; Mg; mast; preg; ws; inc; nosex
Jebediah Hawthorne was a farmer. His farm deep in the Appalachians was the dictionary definition of remote. He usually took a horse into town. If it wasn't for the wind farm that leased the ridge above his farm from him, he would have gone broke and been forced to go to the big city, like his brother Malachi. Instead, Jebediah was the richest man in the county, not that anyone knew.
Six months ago, Jebediah had visited his brother, to see his eldest niece win her soccer game. He'd brought ten-year-old Abigail home with him, after taking her to The Tiara Room. She still wore the tiara they'd given her, every day. Lately, though, the jewel had started to loose its glowing luster, but Jebediah didn't have a CR2025 to replace the dying battery. He figured that Abby didn't really need the re-enforcement of the tiara.
Abby woke up early, just like every day since she'd moved in with Uncle Jeb. She rolled out of bed, the only way she really could, now, with the baby on the way, and put the tiara in her hair. Making her way to the kitchen, she put an apron on to protect her otherwise naked body while she made breakfast on the wood stove. It had to be ready by the time her uncle finished milking the cows.
As she cooked breakfast for her uncle, a thought that hadn't crossed her mind in six months, emerged. Why was she living with her uncle? It was the first of a tidal wave of questions, long held back. She remember getting in his rented car, naked, and leaving the home she had grown up in, but why? Why had she left behind her two sisters and her clothes, and went with her uncle?
Where were her clothes? The apron was all she had on, and she barely wore that. She had a pair of shoes somewhere, that she occasionally got to wear to the barn, but no more. She'd once had a whole closet stuffed with clothes, shirts, shoes, pants, and dresses. Now she wore nothing save when she was cooking. Not that those pants and dresses would fit now, now with how far along she was with her pregnancy.
How did she let her uncle get her pregnant? She sudden recalled that dinner at The Tiara Room. How she'd taken off her cleats. How she'd left her shorts and panties behind in the bathroom. How her uncle had pulled her shirt over her head. How he'd filled her pussy with his cock for the first time. How everything had felt like it was supposed to happen. It didn't feel like that any more, her suppressed feelings of helplessness tinted the memories.
Abby remembered the first signs she had seen but not seen of what was going to happen to her. First was the girl who had left the bathroom as she was about to go in, naked from the waist down. Then there was her friend, Brittany, naked and being fucked by her brother as she returned to the table. Brittany, whose belly was already starting to swell, though not as far as Abby was now, unable to talk properly as her brother thrust in her, like her uncle was about to do to her.
Abby remembered the ride on the horse, all the way from town, past the old school house, being told that she was on her way to her new home. She wondered why she wasn't going to school, as she finished cooking her uncle's bacon and grits. Her timing was perfect, as usual, with her uncle arriving from the barn just as she plated them and put them on the table
"Good Morning, Abigail," Uncle Jeb said, as Abby hung up her apron. "Is the baby kicking this morning?"
The baby took that moment to kick, striking right at Abby's bladder. It was enough. "Yes, the baby you forced me to have is kicking," Abby said, her feelings no longer controlled. "It's kicking so hard, that I'm going to have to use that damned chamber pot, here, right in the kitchen. Which is probably where I'll end up giving birth, because since you picked me up my life is being naked and pregnant in the kitchen. I can't even go to school anymore. There is no way I'm going to repeat as the champion forward in soccer. In fact, I doubt that I'll ever play soccer again, since you seem to want to keep me naked leaking your seed all the time. Next year this time I'll probably be about to have a second baby while the first is still nursing!"
Though for the moment with her tirade, Abby waddled over to the chamber pot to relieve herself before the baby inside her forced her to pee on the floor, again. As she let loose a stream of pee into the pot, she realized that she was peeing in front of her uncle, and blushed, even though she knew she'd been doing it and more in front of him for the last six months. There was silence in the room once she was done and had washed her hands again. She joined her uncle at the table, with her own plate of grits.
"It looks like I need to get a new battery for you, Abigail," Uncle Jeb said into the silence.
"That's all you can say, uncle," Abby said, in a low tone. "You stripped me, fucked me, put a baby in me, took me away from my parents, and I need a new battery."
"Yep," Jeb said, remaining quiet for the rest of his breakfast.
Abby sulked, as she ate her grits. She could see what her life was going to be like now. She wasn't Uncle Jeb's niece anymore. She was his wife, in the biblical sense, his to command, his to fuck, and his to make babies in. She wouldn't be allowed to disobey. She would be forced to have and raise his children. She had to escape now, even though she was naked and six months pregnant. It would only get worse if she didn't.
Once Uncle Jeb was done with his breakfast, he pushed back his chair and stood. "I think I'll take the horse to town. I should be back by evening. Is there anything I need to get for you?"
"Yes, clothes, a cell phone, and a bus ticket home," Abby said sharply.
"No cell service up this way," Uncle Jeb said. "Might need to get you a dress for this winter. Malachi missed you last Christmas, and wants us to come visit. Been a while since we had a family Christmas. Not since your Grandmother, God rest her soul, died." With that he left the house.
Abby watched, as he saddled up the horse, and left the farm. She wanted to go out there, she wanted to run. Once she would have been able. She had once run for miles. Now she couldn't. Now she was barefoot and pregnant. She did not run. She did not walk. She waddled. She had no clothes to cover her no longer repressed modesty.
Or did she? Abby headed to the bedroom, and the closet that Uncle Jeb kept all of his clothes in. She'd washed them every Tuesday, and knew every piece of clothes her uncle owned. She pulled out an old flannel shirt in a classic lumberjack plaid. It didn't take her long to put that on. Uncle Jeb was six foot six, Abby was only four foot seven. The flannel was a dress on her, and she found that she could button all but the one button where her belly was the biggest. It would be enough to keep her warm in the late spring.
On the floor of the closet there was a box, a box that she'd seen opened, and even used its contents a couple times, forgetting about it afterwards, when Uncle Jeb had let her out to take care of the animals. There was a pair of sneakers in the box. They were a bit tight, probably because of her swollen ankles, which hadn't really bothered her much, when she was naked.
Abby tied the shoes carefully. It was hard enough to stand when she had something to pull herself up with. Then she went to the kitchen where she filled a cloth bag with a few sandwiches, and six pack of bottles of Pepsi, something she'd not been allowed to drink since she'd been abducted by Uncle Jeb. It probably wasn't good for her baby, but right now, Abby didn't care. She was going to go to town and escape her uncle. A quick check of her uncle's disused desk, and she had a bunch of fives and twenties, hopefully enough that she could buy a bus ticket back to Alexandria.
She knew that the trail out of the farm went to town. It was the only way out she knew. So she followed the trail. Abby found that she could go faster than she thought she could, even with her waddling gait. It didn't take a long time before she reached county road fifty-five, the graveled two lane road that led to the edge of town.
That was a problem for Abby, as she leaned against a tree at the end of the trail, next to the road. There was no way to tell which way was town. It had also been a rather long distance so far for the pregnant girl, so she pulled out one of the bottles of Pepsi, and began to drink the sweet drink. After months of milk, fresh from the cow, it was almost too sweet, and she'd done without the caffeine for ages, so it really perked her up.
After finishing the bottle, she picked a direction, and began to walk with renewed vigor. Her pregnancy had altered her gait, but she knew how to pace herself, so she got quite a bit far down the road, before the sheriff pulled up beside her.
Abby nearly didn't notice the sheriff, not until he spoke up. "Miss, you look like you could use a ride to town."
Abby looked up at the sheriff's cruiser, and smiled. "I could. Anything is better than waddling all the way."
"Get in, I'll take you there," the sheriff said. "And may I have your name?"
"Abby," she said as she got into the sheriff's cruiser, carefully pulling down her uncle's shirt to make sure it covered her modesty.
"I don't believe I've seen you around hereabouts, where are you walking from?" the Sheriff asked, beginning the journey to
"My Uncle Jeb took me to his farm six months ago," Abby said. "He hasn't let me go anywhere but his farm since he knocked me up. I want to return to my family in Alexandria."
"I take it that your Uncle Jeb didn't exactly take you voluntarily?" the Sheriff said. "To his place or knocking you up. I ask, because of your tiara."
"No," Abby said firmly.
"Well, I think we have enough time to get you on the 10:35 bus to DC, which goes to Union Station," the Sheriff said. "Can you get home from there?"
"I live three blocks from a Metro station," Abby said. "I really want to go home."
"Okay, then Abby, I can get you on your way home," the Sheriff said. "We'll have to be quick, so I don't think we have time to get you any more clothes, as we're going to have maybe ten minutes to spare once I get you to the bus station."
"Okay," Abby replied.
"Now, the bus should drop you off at Union Station around eight," the Sheriff said. "I'm not sure about the time from there it will take you to get home, but there is one thing I think you should be aware of."
"What sir?" Abby asked, suddenly finding her seat a bit uncomfortable.
"You were under the control of a tiara from The Tiara Room," the Sheriff said. "They only give those out with parental permission. There is a good chance that your parents will simply replace the battery and send you back to your Uncle Jeb. How old are you?"
"Ten and a half, almost eleven," Abby replied.
"Then your parents still have legal complete control over you for another five years or so, Abby," the Sheriff said. "If they want you naked and pregnant by your uncle, willing obeying him, they can change your mind so that you will be so. I know Jeb. He'll keep you pregnant as much as possible. Don't count on ever getting a period, again."
"What happens when I turn sixteen?" Abby asked, feeling as if even in the sheriff's cruiser, speeding away from her uncle's farm, she was still trapped.
"By that time, you'll be used to it," the Sheriff said. "With Jeb, you'll probably have seven or eight babies by then. You'll be too busy raising them to escape, and Jeb will make sure you stay busy raising them. It will be normal for you, even once you're no longer wearing the tiara to enforce it."
"You mean I can't really escape it?" Abby said, with a sob in her voice.
"Your only hope is that your parents will agree to reverse Jeb's actions when they see you pregnant," the Sheriff said. "Sometimes it happens, when a girl escapes back to her parents. Not often, though, not since we got into the second generation of controlled girls."
"If there is no hope, why are you helping me get back to my parents?" Abby asked.
"Because there is always a chance," the Sheriff said as they pulled into the bus station. "Good luck, Abby."
Abby slept most of the way to Union Station. When she wasn't sleeping, her thoughts went back to the Sheriff's words. She couldn't believe that she couldn't escape and convince her parents not to send her back.
Abby had to admit to herself that her escape was pure luck in the first place. If Uncle Jeb had remembered to replace the battery, she'd never have thought to leave. She would still be naked and pregnant, cooking in Uncle Jeb's kitchen. Her uncle would be putting his cock into her ready pussy, every night, if not several times during the day.
Thanks to the Sheriff, she could imagine how her life would be with Uncle Jeb in a few years. Her belly would still be swollen with another on the way, even as one nursed from her breast. Toddlers would be crawling and toddling around the kitchen as Abby tried to cook dinner. She would collapse into bed, exhausted every night, only to have to wear out Uncle Jeb's before she could rest. Then everything would repeat in the morning.
She wondered what it would be like to give birth, to push the bowling ball that was growing in her belly out her pussy. Abby had heard it was painful, and being so young, it would be worse for her. She couldn't stop it from happening, any more. She was going to give birth in the next three months or so.
Abby wondered what it would be like to have a baby suckling her newly developed breasts. Her fingers tweaked her nipples and rubbed her tender breasts through her uncle's flannel shirt. It felt so good. Her other hand slid in between the buttons down at her crotch. Even without the active influence of the tiara, she could not stop herself from feeling her naked pussy. Quietly she brought herself off, draining all the worry and tension from her body, and relaxed into sleep again.
When she awoke again, her uncle's shirt was unbuttoned and opened, revealing her naked pregnant young body to her new seatmate, a nun. "Don't worry, young lady, no one did anything to you while you were sleeping," the nun said. "It appears that your programming gave you a nice little habit in dress. I think it's better than mine."
"In yours?" Abby asked the nun, as she moved to button the shirt.
"Don't bother buttoning it, you'll just make it worse, in my experience," the nun said. "You got to be fruitful and multiple. I got to be chaste and holy. I haven't even shown anyone my hair since I was nine."
"Your parents made you a nun?" Abby asked, as her hand began to caress her breasts, no longer planning to button up, for now.
"Yes, Mother and Father said that I should have a vocation, as I was a younger child," the nun said. "So they gave me the habit and cross, and sent me to live in the convent. I've been dedicated to God ever since. My elder sister says I miss a lot, that way, but service to the Lord has its rewards."
"I'm hoping to escape from my Uncle Jeb's programming," Abby said, enjoying the feeling that kneading her breast was giving her. "He wants me naked and pregnant for the rest of my life."
"One should not fight the vocation, my child," the nun said. "If the Lord wants you to bear young, you shall. I fought my vocation, at first, but then the Lord took my hand and I found solace in him."
"I'm going home to my parents," Abby said, a bit disturbed by the nun's profession. "Where are you going?"
"I've been reassigned to teach in the Diocese of Arlington's new middle school," the nun said.
"I live in that diocese ... at least I did until Uncle Jeb took me away," Abby said, one of her hands now slipping down to her wet little pussy. "I hope mommy and daddy take me back. I hope they still love me, even after Uncle Jeb got me pregnant."
"Only the Lord's love is greater than that between a parent and a child," the nun said. "I am sure your parents will welcome you with open arms. Maybe you'll even end up going to the school that I will be teaching at."
"Maybe," Abby said. She spent the rest of the journey either eating, sleeping or bringing herself off. Her shirt-turned-dress was totally off her body by the time they pulled into Union Station. The nun helped her put it back on, before Abby went into the metro station. She purchased a new metro card, and got on the red line, headed towards Shady Grove. A change at Metro Center to the silver line, and Abby was just stops away from Court House Metro, three blocks from her house.
It was half past nine when Abby waddled into the lobby of the apartment complex. "Abby Hawthorne. You just missed your father heading upstairs," the security guard said. "Been a while since we've seen you here."
"Been visiting my Uncle Jeb, Agnes," Abby replied.
"Looks like he filled your little belly up," Agnes said. "Come over here and let me look at you!" Abby waddled over, and Agnes came out from behind the desk to give Abby a hug. "How far along are you?"
"Six months," Abby blushed, as Agnes unbuttoned the shirt/dress Abby wore.
"Looks like he really got you good," Agnes replied. "Slip off those muddy shoes, and I'll take you right on up."
Abby slid off her shoes, and followed Agnes into one of the elevators. "Sorry for messing up the lobby, Agnes."
"Don't worry about it, Abby," Agnes said. "I'll clean your shoes, and bring them up in the morning. I assume this is a surprise visit."
"Yes," Abby said, adjusting her uncle's now unbuttoned shirt around her swollen belly. "I didn't know I was coming home until this morning." The elevator doors opened on the floor her family lived on.
"Battery issue, I bet," Agnes said. "I'll let you in."
When Abby stepped into her family's apartment, it looked as if time had stood still. Her soccer ball door sign was still on the door to her bedroom, just like it had been the day she'd left for Uncle Jeb's farm. The only thing that seemed to have changed was her. Her uncle's shirt slid off her body, leaving her naked, just as her mother stepped into view. "Mommy, I'm home," she said, almost at a whisper.
"Abby!" her mother cried out, taking her naked daughter into her arms. "I knew you'd be back someday. Oh look how my little tomboy has changed! Can't deny that you're a girl now, can you?"
"No mommy," Abby said. "Not with what Uncle Jeb made happen to me. I couldn't even object until the battery in my tiara went bad this morning."
"And you immediately escaped and came home," her mother concluded, pulling her daughter to sit on her lap in the living room. "I missed you so much, and so have your sisters."
"Medina too?" Abby asked, enjoying the feeling of her mother's arms around her.
"Yes even Medina, though I think Delilah missed you more," her mother said, looking at Abby's chest. "She doesn't like being the oldest sister. Did your Uncle Jeb get you your first bra?"
"Mommy, Uncle Jeb barely let me wear an apron while I cooked on the wood stove," Abby said. "I had to steal his flannel shirt to have something to wear home."
"Well, you need one now, and probably a nursing one in a few months," her mother said. "We'll go get some tomorrow. You definitely need a few dresses. Honey, look who came home!"
Abby looked up and saw her father. There have been some similarities in the two brother's faces, but they were also so different. Her father was clean shaven, dressed in brown cotton pajamas. Uncle Jeb slept naked, and had a scraggly beard. Her father had the brown eyes of his father, where Uncle Jeb had his mother's green. Her Uncle Jeb would have never held open his arms for his daughter's onrushing hug.
"Daddy!" Abby said, surprising herself as she jumped into her father's arms.
"Oh I don't think you should be doing that, my nightingale," her father said, taking her naked body into his arms. "You're bit awkward and heavy to hold."
"That's Uncle Jeb's fault," Abby said. "You're not going to send me back to him, are you?" She yawned, as her daddy kissed her forehead.
"We'll talk about that in the morning," her father said. "Right now it's way past your bedtime, so I'm going to tuck you in for the night. First, though, I think you could use a real bath. I'll let you use our bath so you don't wake up Dee." He put her down. "Go on, Abby. You can use your mother's towels, too."
"Okay," Abby said, rushing to her parents' room, and through them to the bath.
Abby really enjoyed the bath. She hadn't been allowed to use her parent's bathroom before, and the big tub with the water jets on her feet and her back felt so good to the pregnant girl. She washed herself carefully, and let herself soak for just a few minutes before she dried off and returned to the living room, where her parents were waiting.
As she entered the room, she heard her mother say, "I don't really care. Your brother couldn't keep track of her, and she made it all the way home."
"True, and the dead battery did void his contract, but he is my brother," her father said. "We'll talk about it again in the morning. Abby, come, let me tuck you in now."
Her daddy picked her up, and carried Abby to her room for the first time over a year. He put her down next to the bed, and raised the covers so she could slide her naked body between the sheets. He pulled up the sheets to tuck them around Abby's shoulders. With a kiss to her forehead, he removed her tiara and said, "Sleep tight my little nightingale, for the morning will come soon, and pregnant little girls need their sleep."
"Yes Daddy," Abby yawned, as her father looked at her tiara. "Don't put a new battery in it." She yawned.
"Not before morning, nightingale," her father replied, once more kissing her forehead.
Abby's eyes were closed and sleep overtook her before her father left her bedroom, tiara in hand.
The sun was not quite up when Abby woke up, but the sky was already lightening through her open curtains. For the first time in months, Abby awoke to her own room, looking right at the clock next to her bed, like she had done every morning before Uncle Jeb had taken her away. Six thirty AM, the red numbers proclaimed. That was earlier than she used before, but a bit late compared to when she woke up at Uncle Jeb's.
Abby threw back her covers and rolled out of bed. Waddling over to her dresser, she opened the top drawer to find a clasp so she could put her hair up in a pony tail, instead of letting it fly free. She stood in front of the mirror for a couple minutes, examining her naked body for the first time in a long time. Her breasts were not the small swollen nipples she had before. They were now apple size breasts, with darker nipples, instead of the barely different color that they had been. Her belly was rounded with her baby within, her navel still a depression. A glance in her closet removed the thought that there might be something she could wear. She wondered how she would be able to go shopping with her mother.
Out of the room, Abby stepped, heading for the kitchen. She was very hungry, and today she wouldn't have to cook Uncle Jeb's first. A quick look through the pantry, and Abby decided on the breakfast she would make for her mother, father, and sisters. Medina would especially like the pancakes, which Abby had managed to get quite good at. Abby found an apron and started to cook.
The batter was made and the second set of pancakes cooking on the lightly oiled griddle when her mother made her way to the kitchen. "Good morning mommy," Abby said, turning over the pancakes before returning to eat her own. "How many pancakes do you want?"
"Four, I think," her mother said. "I didn't know you could cook."
"I cook breakfast, lunch and dinner for Uncle Jeb," Abby said.
"Shouldn't you be at school during lunch time?" her mother asked as her father entered the room, already shaved and dressed for work.
"Uncle Jeb won't let me go to school," Abby said. "He says I don't need to. I want to go back though."
Her mother turned to her father and said, "He doesn't let her go to school, makes her cook all the meals, and keeps her naked and pregnant."
"I know, honey," her father said. "That's not the way we wanted Abby to live."
"Abby!" came the cry of Medina, as the six-year-old rushed down the hall. "When did you come in?"
Medina was followed by their nine-year-old sister Delilah, "Yeah, and how did you not wake me up?"
"You need you beauty sleep, sis," Abby replied. "I got in around half past nine, after your bed time, and kept it quiet. How many pancakes, everyone?"
"Four for me," her father said. "Do we still have some of the blueberry syrup?"
"I think I saw some," Abby replied. "Dee?"
"Three," Dee replied, as her mother handed the blueberry syrup to her father.
"Two," Medina said, coming around the counter to hug her sister. "You got fat."
"No, I got pregnant, there is a difference," Abby said, handing the plateful of pancakes to her father first, as he had to leave the soonest.
"It seems I have a naked pregnant daughter cooking in my kitchen," her father said, tasting the pancakes. "I think I'll keep her. Mary, see about re-enrolling Abby in school."
"I think she's going to need some clothes first," her mother said.
"By all means, go shopping," her father said, with a lilt in his voice. "After all, shopping is the ambrosia of the feminine sex." He took a couple bites of the pancakes. "Excellent."
Abby handed her mother her plate and started to cook Dee's. It was so nice to be with family again. Her hand briefly felt her naked belly, as the baby kicked. "Oh, she's active again."
"Let me feel," her mother said, as the phone rang. Her hand rested on Abby's swollen womb, waiting for her grandchild to signal its presence.
Abby's father picked up his cell phone, and answered it. "Mal Hawthorne. Yes, Abby's here. No, I don't think she's going to go back. She's a genius, and you took her out of school. Oh that contract is thoroughly broken. No, she doesn't want to see you. In fact, right now, I don't want to see you. No, she's keeping the baby. I see now why you needed The Tiara Room. You treated my daughter like she was a sow. I think you've said enough. Don't call me, I'll call you, maybe, Jeb. Goodbye."
"That's taken care of, but one more thing," her father said, picking up Abby's tiara from where he'd left it on the kitchen counter. "You're not going to be living under your uncle's programming." Her father then broke the tiara in half, and threw it into the trash compactor.
Abby rushed over to her father and hugged him. "Thank you Dad." He hugged her back, and then she rushed back to the griddle, just in time to flip the pancakes off onto Dee's plate. "Medina, next ones are yours. Do you want them heart-shaped?"
"Yes!" Medina said, as she watched her oldest sister pour and shape the pancakes into hearts. "I told you it could be done, mommy."
"It seems I have quite the competition in the kitchen," her mother said, before she took the last bite of her pancakes.
Abby blushed, as she flipped the pancakes.
"Well, I have to head off to work, now," her father said. He kissed her mother, and then, to Abby's surprise, kissed her forehead. "Abby, we'll talk about your new rules when I get home tonight."
"Bye Dad," the three girls chorused as there father picked up his briefcase and left the apartment.
By the time her father got home, Abby had some bras that fit, and a couple baby doll style dresses to wear. She was only wearing one of her new bras, as she read through her school books, trying to see if she could catch herself up. "Hi Daddy."
"Hello, my little nightingale," her father said. "Are you ready for your new rules?"
"Yes, Daddy," Abby replied. She hoped that they wouldn't be as restrictive as her old ones. At the very least she wanted a later bedtime than her little sisters.
"First of all, I stopped by The Tiara Room, and got your file," her father started. "I'm afraid that you've had a few changes that I can't do anything about. You are, of course, pregnant. The Tiara Room has increased your fertility, so you will get pregnant again very easily. We will not be doing anything to prevent you from getting pregnant again after you give birth. Due to some lingering effects of the tiara, it is expected that you will feel the need to occasionally strip. You will only do this in the apartment building. You will confine any masturbation to this apartment. They did not do anything to your smarts, so I expect you to continue to do well in school, after you get caught up.
"In turn, your mother will help you take care of your babies, when they come. We will protect you from your uncle, and pay for your college when you go. Do you think you can handle that?"
"What about bedtimes?" Abby asked.
"Half past nine until you give birth, and none after that, as you'll have to take care of your baby. Bedtime will be dependent on that then. We are still discussing your future after you give birth."
"You're not going to send me back to Uncle Jeb?" Abby asked fearfully.
"No, your Uncle Jeb will not be taking you back. We do not want our girls to grow up ignorant, isolated, and incessantly impregnated. He is dead to this family."
On Memorial Day, a month early, Abby had her first baby, a girl that she named Amanda. She finished her fifth grade year at Key Elementary, and was surprised that they were going to let her skip sixth grade. Abby found it very hard to avoid getting pregnant again, as her body and mind had been trained to encourage behavior leading to it. But she did not have baby after baby, back to back, like her Uncle Jeb had planned. Instead there were a couple years between each baby, and Abby managed to get a full scholarship to William and Mary, despite them.
Abby's parents did take their younger children to The Tiara Room. They didn't have the same program as Abby had, but they did end up naked. Delilah and Medina, though, are a different story, even when they were still living at home.
Jebediah Hawthorne never got to see his daughter Amanda. He tried once, but the apartment's security kept him from getting past the lobby. He went back home to his farm, and contracted his sister's oldest daughter, also named Abigail, when she reached ten a couple years later. He remembered to change the battery with her, and soon Abby's cousin's belly was swelling with baby after baby, without interruption.
Abby didn't see her Uncle Jeb again until his funeral, when she was twenty-five and had just got her doctorate. Seeing the brood of children that her cousin had was enough for her to be really glad that she'd beat the odds and escaped her uncle's enslavement.
