"You know Beth and Constance haven't gone away."Jean looked around, "I know," 'he' said in a lowered voice. "They wouldn't be any kind of fan-types, i... they did. Look, Dyan, do you believe in magic?"Dyan tore her arm out of the older woman's grasp, "Oh, brother!"Jean protested, "I didn't mean that kind of magic--Real, spell-casting, voodoo hexing, body changing magic!"Dyan said, "Oh, you mean the kind you see on TV." She shook her hand to get the circulation in and the germs off, "No."Jean. “It’s okay. I do that too. I didn’t get sex since the lockdown.”“You too?”He sat beside me. ”Yeah.” He put his hand on my thigh and started caressing it gently. “I think we should help each other, sister.” He moved his hands over my inner thighs.I loved his touch, but it was wrong. “Akash, stop it. It’s wrong.” He came close to me and kissed my shoulder. Rubbing a bit harder, he whispered, “Nothing is wrong. We are just helping each other.” He kissed my lips.“Akash, we shouldn’t do this,” I. Jack said that he and Tom were going to go."Can we go too?" I guess so," Jack replied half heartily.The teens walked down the boardwalk to a bench away from the crowd.Kim turned to Jack and asked, "What is bothering you two guys? You haven't said very much to Sally and I for the past week."Jack looked at his sister and turned his eyes to his feet. "It's that stuff that happened on the boat and balcony."Kim snapped at Jack, "Did you tell Tom about that?" It was bothering me," Jack replied, "I. She stressed that Diana could always contact her and that she would maintain close contact with the midwife, Julia Soames."I don't want to worry you," she said, "but the first eleven weeks are the most likely for a miscarriage so if you're feeling bad contact Julia or me immediately."Diana nodded. "I'm fit. I'm happy. I'm loved by my husband and his family and, as things stand, I'm not stressed or anything." So there should be no problems."There were none. Inevitably there was morning sickness.