She smiled, but after a moment took his hand and held it still. "You're the father of my baby," she said earnestly. "That's special." Yeah, it is," he...said. It was true, of course, but it seemed to mean more to her than him."And you'll be the father of my next one too..." She thought a moment. "We ought to get married!" Ummmm," said Jason. They both knew enough from their lessons to know about monogamy. "I'm going to be sleeping around."She laughed. "OK, yeah, you're not a very good catch." He. "All right. I know when I'm beat. But at least I didn't do what I did for you when you were in a weakened condition." I'm not so sure about that ... but we'll go into that later." She was smiling again, and then leaned down and kissed me. That feather-light, sweet, soft kiss that I remembered from our parting on her front steps."See you tomorrow," she said as she walked out the door to the hallway. The only part she missed was the "Call me." I was living that dream all over again.The night. The bar was three deep in streetwalkers, hookers, pimps and huggermuggers. Ruby and Cici (nee Cecil), had seats on the end of the curved bar in the back. The city was doing its once every six months attempt to keep the Chippewa Strip free of ladies of the evening and all that was associated with them. “Must be a convention in town.” Stated Ruby in a matter of fact manner.“Must be.” Answered Cici.Cici had recovered from her facial surgery in Baltimore the month before, and was in full make. One Tuesday night, I had just got home from hanging out with friends at the bar. I am pretty weak when it comes to drinking so I was a little tipsy not to mention horny, but I logged in to chat anyway. And there she was waiting for me. She instantly sends me a message. "Going to be in OKC Thursday night, would you like to meet?"In my drunken stupor my reply was "Sure if you don't wear a bra." I thought for sure I had lost a good chat friend, seeing as we have never chatted with each other.