”“I know. I’m almost afraid to ask, but are we still going to Prom?”She sighed. “I, unlike you, can keep my word. Yes. But if you think I’... staying the night with you in a hotel, you’re dumber than I thought.”Her words really hit home. I had broken my word. That’s what had my best friends up in arms. And rightly so. That’s what had Pete so upset before — the threat that I would break my word. Now I’d actually done it. And I was paying the price.“I love you Bethany,” was all I could say.“Maybe. I replied saying I had something in mind but he better be quick.I dropped my shorts and low and behold, I was wearing a red speedo (I’m Dave Speedo Evans, of course I was wearing a speedo).Then I placed a wooden chair from my tiny dinner table in my tiny living room, I grabbed some rope out of my room (again, of course I have rope). First, I tied my legs to the chair, then I tied my torso to the chair, I blindfolded and gagged myself with tape and then I used handcuffs to tie my arms behind me.. So they anesthetized her and shooed me unceremoniously out to the waiting room, where I spent the next forty-five minutes in a real stew. Suddenly the baby was a very secondary consideration; I'd come in with a wife, and I damn well wanted to leave with one, baby notwithstanding. Serious surgery wasn't something I'd bargained for, and it scared me silly.It turned out, when I checked days after the fact with Spook, that my worries had been needless. At one time in history, it seemed, C-sections. I dropped it on the floor of the living room, and stood there staring at her bra.She had a small, round chest, no bigger than a 36 B. I was standing there, not believing my eyes. I had never so much as seen her without anything on. And as she stood there, staring at me, I reached down, and unbuttoned her shorts. Unzipped them.And pulled them down.I stood there, feeling my penis growing erect again. Emily felt it. She saw it growing, and smiled, and said, "I guess it must do something for you.