Her reddish-blonde hair is wrapped around her peaceful face. The sheet is pulled down just enough that he can glimpse her perky breasts, now standing ...at ease." Her lightly-tanned skin is marked in indiscriminate patterns with tiny beauty marks. Her breathing is shallow, relaxed and barely audible in the silence of the new day.The sight of her breasts brings a tingling and familiar hardening sensation to his loins. "How did this all happen," he ponders, unsure whether the question was spoken. Our poor doctor, who had delivered us, would be a mental wreck with this new revelation. The only way to keep this out of the tabloids would be for him to perform another 'house call delivery'.Mom and dad would be mortified, to say the least, but we'd have to confide in SOMEONE!We couldn't quite agree (Glen and me) whether to let mom in on this, yet, until we were sure one of us was pregnant, but dad had been the schemer since day one, so we agreed that he was the best choice to confide in, and. The reason our heads are so close together was to enable us to carry on a conversation. To answer your question, the only romantic involvement I currently have is with a young lady back home. My girlfriend, and I do not cheat. Does that answer your question?”“Thank you,” she said, “yes.”“You haven’t answered my question yet,” the first reporter moaned.“Nor will I unless you meet my conditions.”I pointed my finger at a man in the front.“Steve Beckett, AP,” he said, “is it true that you and Miss. She waited. Five minutes passed. Ten minutes. Fifteen. She was getting frustrated and anxious from having to wait for so long. She quickly stood up from her chair and headed outside of her office where her just hired assistant, Stephanie, was sitting. Stephanie quickly looked up nervous, being her first day of working anywhere at all. Steph, my 12 oclock? Sorry, Miss Bell, Mr. Jennings just called to say hell be late, replied Stephanie timidly like shes done something wrong. Its Adelie. Miss.