I helped Mom pass out the banana splits we had made to everyone whileDad started on the specifics."Have you two heard of Sarah Carerra," he asked Dan ...nd Sharon Prescott.I saw both of them nod before Emily's mom replied."Yes," she said. "She's that young new singer. Emily has been going onand on about her all weekend."I almost dropped the bowl that I was handing to Emily, which led us bothinto giggles for a few moments. But it wasn't just my mishap that hadcaused our mirth. I knew how excited. He stopped thrusting long enough to see who it was that was calling her at two in the morning, and the caller ID read "Out of area", and Justin was intrigued. He stopped fucking her, and picked up the phone."Constance, is that you? Where are you? I've been trying to reach you since midnight to wish you a happy new year. Is everything ok?" Who the fuck is this, nigga?" Yelled Justin into the phone. He recognised the voice on the other end of the receiver but could not identify it."Oh fuck,. She’s become much more aggressive in bed.”“Interesting. She hasn’t really been like that since the apartment.”“Before Eduardo,” I said. “Maybe she’s just working it out of her system before he gets here.”“You’re still going to be with her, right?”“Occasionally. Probably about like you and me. This is what? The fourth time since October?”“Are you counting?” Bethany smirked.“If I was counting, I wouldn’t have asked!” I chuckled.“I have some interesting news.”“What’s that?”“I have a date on Friday. As was often the case when inhibitions were eased by alcohol, the conversation had drifted around to sex. He didn't remember how it had started, but a good-natured argument had developed over sexual fantasies. Specifically, whether women had dark, secret fantasies like men did."How did we get on that subject the other night, anyway?" he asked."You mumbled something implying that all men had secret sexual fantasies they never talked about. Then Corine - or maybe it was me, it doesn't matter.