.. You don’t suppose ... No ... He wouldn’t ... Well, if he did, I’d have no one to blame but myself. I’m going to have to meet this woman som... time and see what she’s like. Oh, there’s a picture too. Let’s see what the boy looks like when he’s not wearing cutoffs and a t-shirt.”Debbie’s tea cup made a loud “clank” as it missed the saucer and tipped over onto the counter.“Oh. My. God. It can’t be.”Debbie stared at the team photo, which, by custom, also included the coach. There, looking out at. Max’s father had designed and tailored her blouse. It was a white linen, dress shirt tailored to fit a woman’s figure. It had a man’s standard shirt collar, long-sleeves, and open French cuffs. There were no buttons or buttonholes in the front of the blouse, instead, a single set of spaghetti strings just below Annika’s bust tied into a bow to hold the blouse closed. ‘You’re early, I’m guessing you’re looking forward to giving Denise your gift?’ Ken teased as he walked Max to the car, opened. “I don’t talk about other women,” he said. “Just like I won’t talk about you.”“I understand why she’s so happy now,” said Amanda, ignoring him, but feeling relief that he hadn’t said anything.It occurred to her, in that instant, that she wasn’t on birth control. She had, in her mind, rehearsed demanding that he use a rubber, when ... if ... it ever got as far as that. She had been completely unprepared for what had just happened. He’d been so measured, the night before ... had taken things so. "yeah, i think so.. " i said sniffling a little "i'm sorry, im all crying like this and crap ." i smiled partly trying to brighten up the mood"it's okay." he replied, "tell me what on ur mind" and in that insistnacy i spilled out everything to himand he spilled everything to me about his past battles with something just as similar. and in that small moment, we felt each other {i guess} As we tried to hug each other but ended up kissing , slowly at first and then the kiss became more intimate.