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Once the bodyguards were gone, Doris changed her clothes, and then she was ready to go out and buy some emergency birth control. When Westley initially mentioned having a baby, she'd gotten a bad case of baby fever, but it hadn't lasted long. She wasn't ready to get pregnant and have a baby, and she knew it. And everything she had said to Helen and her nanny had been nothing but a ruse to get Elma riled up. As Doris left the house, Vic followed her. She frowned as she turned to face him. "I think you are trailing the wrong person," she said. Vic: "Nope. Mr. Gates asked me to follow you for a while." Doris: "You don't have to follow me. I will give you the day off today. Why not? It is such a nice day. You should be out enjoying it!" The sun was bright and hot, and Doris put on her