I don’t much like football but he said it’s what everyone does and it would help me fit in. After the game, he took me to that social club—”�...The Vic.”“Yeah. That one. There was a celebration party because they won the game. He wanted me to meet some of the players and mix with some of the other teenagers that were there. I told him I didn’t think it was a good idea, but he insisted.“So I stood around awkwardly, not talking to anyone while he went into a different room with some of the other. We would be raising another generation as well, so that had to be a priority as well.My fantasies had come true, but there was always a price, and that tag was simple: I was going to be a father, several times over, and needed to make sure that I stayed home a bit more. All of us would have to change our lifestyle, spend less time and money partying, and get used to being somewhat domesticated. This was true of both the ladies and the gentlemen, naturally. This didn't mean no fun, but it meant. It had been that way in high school and college. She had been able to control her urges since getting married. Now, though, her urges had resurfaced with a vengeance.Michael wanted to play again tonight. She realized it was her most fertile time of the month. She took a few extra condoms from her nightstand and put them in her purse.Jen walked into the bar. She scanned the crowd, looking for her date. Michael wasn't there. The plan was she'd tell him about it later."He's the plan," her husband. I told him I needed some air and he joined me. “That was fun to watch,” he said offering me a drink from his glass. I took a sip and said, “What was ‘fun to watch?’” He smiled at me and pulled me into his arms as he said, “You and Kristie. I think you were drooling.” I looked up at him and shook my head. I wanted to argue with him, but he was right. I was drooling. Aaron pinned me against the wall and kissed me so fast I had no time to react. My mind came to reality as he locked his lips on.