They had crossed the murky barrier between fucking and making love. Now they would not let anything come between them.Steve got up and left for his ow... room. He didn’t bother attempting subterfuge. Cindy lay there with her hands on her stomach. She was sure she could feel Steve’s sperm wriggling inside her womb. She smiled a smile of pure bliss before drowsiness overcame her and she fell asleep.From then on Steve came to his mother’s room almost every night. They had a tacit understanding that. When Dad came in for lunch he saw me shoveling manure from the stalls in the barn. ‘Come have lunch.’ We ate and he asked about the meeting. Mom told him about the phone call. I told him what I saw and heard. After lunch he said he needed to drive to Bridgeport and get something for the tractor. He invited me to go. An invitation from my Dad is a lot like hearing God say, ‘Would you like to do this for me?’ It would not be wise to say ‘No thanks.’ On that ride I made the statement that got his. I’m out of here.’ I stood to leave. Clare was quickly in front of me. ‘Fine. I thought this could be fun. I thought we could have a nice and dandy polyandrous relationship. You’ve forced my hand. Would you ever do anything to hurt Hunter?’ She hissed. ‘What? No. That’s why I’m not going to have sex with you!’ ‘Then try breaking up with him. Or don’t, either would amuse me.’ ‘What?’ I asked. After that everything went black. …………. I awoke to Hunter tapping my arm. ‘Clare.’ He whispered.. The rest of the evening went past in general conversation about the ranch, the weather, etc.That night, in bed, Jane, again, brought up the subject of Susan Hopewell. I tried to reassure her that I didn't have any interest in any other woman, but Jane just wouldn't let the subject go. That was when the other shoe dropped! It dawned on me that Jane must be pregnant, again, and she was just feeling unsure of herself. I took her in my arms and assured her that I really loved her and couldn't care.