" You owe me, Judy. I didn't want to fall back on the haircut, but look at me. It'll take me at least nine months to look decent again. We'll be in th... same boat if you fuck up. The odds will still be fifty/fifty, though." How do you figure?" Look, if you get him to agree to pull out because you are ovulating, I'd say the odds are even steven. He might; he might not. I honestly think he'll honor your request, or want to. I think a lot depends on you at the time of ejaculation. If you remind. We had been dranking and doing some small talking, I could tell by the slur in Baby's voice that she well into being tippies" she never been known to hold her drinking, and she when to the restroom..While Baby was gone I told Bob to ask her to dance when she gets back.On cue Baby stood in the middle of the room with her arm held out toward Bob and he gladly accepted, he pull Baby close and begin to sway side to side.At first Bob had his arms around Baby's waist, but soon they drop down to cup. “Are you ok?” She just gazed at him from her spot on the road, and nodded her head silently, trying to bite back her tears. He could see that she had been crying, and the sympathy in his blue eyes started to show. Her clothes were mussed and tattered, and her thin, tan frame peeked out from beneath them. She looked down, embarrassed at this encounter. She didn’t know JC that well, but she had always pushed back feelings of attraction from the first day she met him, not wanting to be untrue to. Inside an attractive blonde woman in her mid-forties was sitting behind a tidy desk and working on a laptop computer off to one side. She looked at me inquiringly. ‘Yes?’ ‘Allie?’ I asked timidly. ‘Yes?’ She sounded irritated, obviously annoyed by the interruption. ‘Allie Stevenson?’ I felt tongue-tied. Now I was in the office I had no idea what to say. ‘That’s what it says on the door. Who are you — and what do you want? ‘I’m — er — Jerry Jones.’ ‘And?’ she snapped. I lost my nerve. ‘I’m.