It takes a few minutes to convince his friend and confessor that he's not joking.'Dermot, what the hell do you expect from me? I'm Polish. What do I k...ow about Irish what-you-may-call-ems?''I'm in deep trouble, Dave. I'm crazy for this woman, but she scares the fuckin' shit out of me. You have to think of something.''All I can do is try to find someone who knows more than we do. Hang in there.'His phone rings a few minutes later from a number he doesn't recognize. 'Hello?''Is that Dermot?' a. With your father divorcing me lastyear, I haven't had much fun and I don't think you have either. Am Iright?" Oh, ok mom. If you really want to, I will do it." How do I start?" It is only two weeks away." Alan, honey, on Saturday we will go to Goodwill and see if they have anyclothes for a girl your age, ok?" Oh, ok mom, whatever you say."The next two days were both exciting and nervous for my mom and me. Atdinner we would discuss "womanless" pageants and why boys dress up likegirls."Alan,. I rode home as fast as I could go.How could Julie be so stupid? The last thing we needed now was to have a baby. Who was this girl I thought I loved? I was seething. She had no right to do this to me!I have a bad temper. When I get angry, I really blow up. I usually calm down fairly quickly too. During the ten minute ride home, I went from livid at Julie to remorseful for the bad way I had treated my girlfriend.I went straight to my bedroom and called Julie when I got home. She answered,. Greg Wodkins. Ich kannte den Mann gut. Ein guter Freund von meinem Dad. Verheiratet, zwei Söhne in meiner Altersklasse. Meine Nippel richteten sich bei seinem Anblick auf.Greg trug keinen seiner grauen Maßanzüge. Sein gut proportionierter Astralbody steckte in einer enganliegenden Leggings mit neongrün leuchtenden Sklelettknochen. Mein Blick wanderte über seine gestählte Brust, direkt zwischen seinen Beine.Mit trockenen Mund, etwas nervös reichte ich dem erregten Mann meine Hand. „Tanja?“ Er.