Yes dont worry about it...ill take good care of Max, have a nice time...you too bye'' 'Take good care of Max indeed' Rachel thought 'O my god my heart...feels like its going to explode, what if i get caught, what if I get some sort of disease which makes me have to come clean about the whole thing?'Rachel walked over to the chair and sat Down with her elbows on her knees and her head leaning against the wall. Max came over to her and lay down just in front of her. Rachel stared at him. She stared. "Bedrooms are where the trouble starts," she replied, and then softened. "You know we will eventually." I don't want to get married," I said sharply. "This isn't the 1950s and we're not in an Enid Blyton novel." My Mum managed it," she said. “She was a virgin when she got married and since Dad died there's only been Bradley." How do you know?" I said spitefully."Don't be horrible," she replied. "I know. She's my Mum. She's not like one of these women who say at certain times they’ve just got to. I was glad I didn’t see that fear in my sister’s eyes. She wasn’t afraid to drive us home, she wasn’t afraid to drive her car to one of her girl friends homes to do school work together. All my efforts and desires to be better then her had brought me to this. Pregnant, the victim of probably a date rape drug and having multiple sex partners, an ex-boyfriend who arranged for me to have sex with other boys and even a grown man who raped me. So who was better off in our competition with each. After checking the caller I.D, I answered it. It was my work asking if I could come in for a couple hours because they were short staffed. I told them that I would be there in half an hour. I was extremely disappointed that I'd finally got my wife to go nude in the back yard, and now I had to leave. I went back out to the pool to tell my wife that I had to go to work for a couple of hours and to give her a glass of wine and cell phone. She gave me a sad face and said, “You know when they call.