The soft crash of the waves on the shore made her feel sleepy, but she resisted the urge to nap.If would be any second now and she didn't want to miss...it.She remembered the first time she came out here. The cold wind was blowing in off the water, pushing the heat back in land.Behind her were the sounds of the party still going on. She turned to look and should still see the dull glow of the dance floor just behind the rise of the sand dunes.Like ghosts the figures came over the rise, clothing. "Do you think we'll ever have bumsex again, now you're fully equipped." Does this mean I could have a baby?" Don't know, probably. Not if we stick with bumsex." You can, on your birthday."He made a big show of pulling his mouth down at the corners."On the Queen's birthday too? Both her birthdays?"He laughed. "You're the best girlfriend, ever." I think I'd quite like a baby, not yet though." How will you explain that? If you turn up at work with a mysterious bunin the oven you're not supposed to. You're sure you want to go?" Are you kidding? Wrestlemania? The Rock against Hulk Hogan? Triple H against Jericho for the undisputed championship? I'd be crazy not to want to go. Besides, I'm thrilled with the company I'll be with," Mike said, winked, and playfully punched Richard on the arm, flirting with him."Bridget," Richard said looking seriously into her eyes. "You're the best, you know that?" Well, duh, of course I do," Mike said jokingly, and giggled just like Bridget always did. She. I knocked, crying. I should say all of this time, my father was officially drinking all of the time,and while he was nice to us, he couldn't tell if we were coming or going. It was really just me and my brother. Anyway, I started crying loud enough for him to hear me while I knocked on his door. He finally opened - barechested again witha pair of shorts - and let me in and sat me on the bed. It was then that we had 'the talk. He told me he couldn't continue this because I was a girl and it was.