I instinctively put my hand on Erin’s belly and caressed it.“Well? All I want to know is, are there two of them or three?”“Three? You really t...ink you’re THAT big a stud?”“Yes, I do!” I tried to sound just as proud of myself as possible.“Well, Mr. Fertile Stud. There are two. We ARE having babies.” Erin put the emphasis on the ‘ies’ part of the word as she hugged me tight. “I am so happy. Thank you, Paul. I should have had two babies by now and thanks to you, now I do. I love you.”“And we. This had to remind me every day, at the start of theday, that I was his. Every one of those kisses would send waves of pureelectricity through my whole body. They charged the jewel with a spiritualenergy that would then be slowly released throughout the day. While mybrain was now wired as that of a woman, a woman in love, my body (I likedto think it was the result of the figurative pregnancy I was in) was alsoexperiencing great change. For the next two months, my breasts were verytender, almost. She said, "I know an old boyfriend that I think might be bisexual, but I'm not sure. I'll call him up and see if he wants to help out an old friend. I told her to go ahead. When she got off the phone, she handed me a piece of paper with a name and number on it. He live a hundred and fifty miles away, but I would be going to work for a few days not far from where he lived..We didn't talk anymore about a threesome before I went to work out of town. After my third night in the motel, I started. My belongings were in the backpack next to me.I was twenty years old.The bus driver motioned me forward. As he took my ticket I looked back along the line of seats, scanning for a large unused space at the back of the bus where I could put down my pack, kick back and stretch out.The bus driver returned my ticket to me and gestured half-heartedly to the back of the bus. I wrestled my backpack awkwardly down the center aisle of the bus, looking for a place large enough for me and my stuff. All I.