This is a true story, pieced together by me, from small snippets of information given to me by the central character. It came about because her husband had read on of my previous stories, and felt the events in my story were similar to what must have happened to his own wife. I say felt, because although his wife had admitted she’d had sex with other men; he knew by her state, she’d not done it w

“Bye darling, have fun.” I called to my son Simon, as he and his father walked out of our gate, on their way to his weekly football match. My Simon was now eleven years old, and he'd recently been picked to play for a local football team, in a junior league. And so as my husband Robert, the proud father went along with him, I recall the occurrence that made Simon's birth possible. And yes, the occurrence was obviously sexual intercourse, but not with my husband Robert.

I'm sure almost everyone has heard the expression, ‘God moves in mysterious ways, his wonders to perform'.

Well, being as I started off my adult life being a devout Christian, maybe I should attribute Simon's birth to one of his mysterious wonders. But long before Simon's birth, I'd lost my faith in God.

You see,