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| belly dance for me that you do so well," Stanford said, placing a hand at the bodice of her dress and yanking at it. The sound of cloth ripping mingled with Bianca's low gasp. "I want to see you go through your gyrations," he chuckled. "I might even toss a few gold nuggets at your feet to show my appreciation." |

| She grew limply cold with fear inside, knowing that if she was forced to dance before him in such a way, there would be no way of her keeping the pregnancy from him any longer. And once he knew, what then? |

| "There," Stanford said matter-of-factly. He stepped back away from her, his fists on his hips. "I got you started. Now finish undressing." |

| Pale, her heart pounding, Bianca knew that she had no choice but to comply with his wishes. Slowly she began disrobing, her fingers trembling. When she was nude, his eyes locked on her abdomen and she knew that there would be no dancing tonight. His eyes had already discovered the secret. |

| "What the hell?" Stanford said, stammering. He went to Bianca and ran his hands over the swell of her stomach, then looked darkly into her eyes. "You didn't tell me that you were with child! Why didn't you?" |

| Bianca began inching away from him. "I don't know," she whispered, her heartbeats almost swallowing her whole. "I now know that I should have. Please, Stanford, don't hurt me or the child. II already love my baby! It is all that I have ever had that I could call my own!" |

| "Whose child is it?" Stanford shouted, inching toward her, his hands circled into fists at his sides. |

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