At least there I could have a bright light and an acceptable interior. The toilet seemed comfortingly familiar, and I sat on its factory-made lid whil... trying to think. It was too late to call my parents to pick me up. It was too late and too rude to wake up her mother to ask if she would drive me home. Lisa was already asleep, and I was too mad at her to even think about talking to her. Dammit, I swore self- consciously in my young head. The bathtub was starting to look like a bed. My mind. She slides still further down, running her tongue across his stomach, kissing him, nipping at his ribs, slowly lower, licking his thighs. Wanting to taste him in her mouth, she slides her tongue up his balls and the length of his cock, hearing him groan loudly in the pleasure she is giving him. She slides him deep into her mouth sucking him gently, her tongue dancing in circles around him as she feels him growing in her mouth, feeling his hands in her hair and hearing him moaning her name. And I know this probably sounds crazy--especially to all you men out there--but somehow, I could instinctively sense that I was fertile, and that one of Ray's "swimming" sperm cells had actually managed to penetrate and enter into my awaiting egg cell."There's something I need to tell you, babe," I finally said to Ray. "It feels like I'm fertile right now, and I'm almost positive that you just got me pregnant. Don't ask me how I know. I just do. That's all."Of course, Ray reacted to my "just. He expected to have to calm her down first, so he could then screw her brains out. The coke buzzing in his head lent itself to his supreme confidence that Julie would no doubt eagerly welcome him back between her legs.He was surprised when Julie opened the door. Her face was drawn and sad, her shoulders were slumped, and she didn't look him in the eye."Hi, Van," she said tiredly. "Come in."'That's weird, ' he thought. 'She should be sizing me up for a body bag.'He followed her back to her.