” She extended her hand to smooth her skirt and as she did she scratched her knee as if it itched. “You’ll have to let me know how the breakfast...is.” She added with a sly smile. The GPS guided us directly to the valet parking. I hustled out of the car to open her door, but the valet beat me to it. I watched as her long legs emerged from the seat. She was the epitome of grace. I have no idea why my mind immediately compared her to Stella, That was like comparing the Mercedes to the Oscar Meyer. With that week being fraught with her fight with Chris, she had not noticed, and with James’s death, it had completely slipped her mind. She felt cold as she looked at the calendar. She was two weeks late. Her periods were five weeks apart instead of four, but she had always had her period like clockwork. It was very regular. For it to be delayed by two weeks meant only one thing. She tried to remember if Chris had worn a condom the last time they had had sex. With a groan she realised that he. ‘Ok, so- what’s the most you’ve done’? Mike’s face was already too hot from embarrassment to get hotter. ‘Um, kissed. That’s it.’ ‘What was that like?’ ‘Terrible. I had no idea what I was supposed to do which wasn’t going too far, so I just kinda stood still and let it happen.’ ‘Alright, and next time you won’t be so shocked and will be able to focus more on kissing her.’ ‘I guess so, but- I still don’t get what I should do.’ ‘Shell I show you?’ Mike’s heart stopped. His mental process ceased. I followed around the table, the pile of the carpet was thick mud. I staggered after them into the hallway. Ingrid waited poised outside the door. She towered over me. I abstractedly watched her fist come toward my face. The world flipped and I went down a black hole.I gradually worked through a mad whirling tunnel of lights and faces to a conscious existence. My world was centered on a dull pounding headache. Marge was looking down at me holding my hand. I lifted my other hand to examine the.