‘You’re just saying that,’ she whispered. ‘But…but I love it.’ She grinned. ‘I’m going out. Don’t make me wait.’ ‘You won’t ha...e to,’ he said. He pushed himself out of bed and headed for the bathroom, pausing to watch the provocative movement of Paula’s scantily clad bottom as she walked out of the room. Bobby cleaned himself up, then he dug his swimsuit and a sweatshirt out of his suitcase, put them on, and went to join Paula on the beach. They lay on the beach for a while, then they got up. One o’clock!“Thanks Des, see you next term. ‘Bye!”The door shut, the hall light went on, and then footsteps passed into the living room. They stopped. A muffled exclamation, and she came back to the bedroom, casting light into the room from the hallway. She stood in the doorway.She was wearing her ‘going out’ dress, the short black mini dress. There was a necklace and earrings. Her hair was a little untidy.“Graham?” she ventured. “When–?”“About seven.” I said.“We waited–”“We?”“Well yes, Daddy. Like God had just picked him to die."Jen, you have the antibodies." Simon was back half an hour later."Yeah," I nodded, that wasn't a surprise."No sign of the virus though," Simon told me. "Just B lymphocytes, but..." It's probably too early," I shrugged, leaving Cory so he wouldn't have to hear all the bad news." ... The only antibody I found was IgM, there's nothing else there," Simon said through his suit. "It's just the primary and not even all of that." So, it's just started then," I said,. "I was still trying to decide what to say when she asked point blank, "Are you screwing around on dad?" That's direct and to the point. I'll have to give you credit. I wouldn't have had the balls and I didn't think you did either."She grinned and said, "I was talking it over with Trey. He didn't think I did either. But it's what we both want to know."I nodded noncommittally and asked, "Did you two come to a conclusion when you were talking it over?" It was a split decision. Trey can't believe.