Hes probably just finishing up with dinner at his house, and its just another hour before I can go to him. I quickly eat whatever crap my mother cooke... me (a ridiculous excuse for Lasagna) and do my own homework. I glance at the clock again, it now reads 7:48pm. I get up quick, grab the car keys, and race out the door, ignoring my moms calls, asking me where Im going. I drive as fast as I can to get to his house, and park a few houses down. I look at the driveway and his moms car isnt there.. I assume that at least some of you have realized how ... umm ... over-blessed we are with offensive talent. Of course, that’s a much better problem than the opposite, but with Padme and Heather coming along so well, we need to figure out how to stuff six players into four slots. I’m sure that you can see what that means.”While there might have been some mildly unappreciative thoughts about the offense being praised, once the end of that paragraph came, that situation changed. The starters at. "Timmy I'm sorry that I lied to you. I am so very sorry that I lied." She stared at the floor. After a moment she said, "I've done awful things. I'm really not certain how many men have fucked me in the past year. It's a lot." She looked up at me. "Timmy I don't know how to tell you all of this. I'm sure you're going to hate me when you find out what I've done." "No Kelly, I know you. You're my best friend." She smiled at me. "I don't believe you could ever do anything that would make me hate. She said, "Did any of the condoms break?"I replied, "I checked most of them but a couple of times you were up against the wall when they pulled out and couldn't see as they pulled out, but I don't think any broke."So we talked about what to do, should we keep the babies and that maybe we should have a family after all. We realized that it was too late for any other decision other than to either keep them or adopt them out, either way my honey was going to have to give birth to triplets.We sold.