He rubs his rough tongue acrossmy left breast. He sucks my nipple. I feel his hand on my other breast.He squeezes it as if to see whether it is ripe. ... distract myself bygathering in the magic for what I will do.The groping stops. "I'm ready," he says. He pants like a pony. He pushesme back onto the bed. A hand grabs the waistband of my panty and pulls.The material rips away. I am naked. "Get yourself ready for some goodlovin', Injun gal," Marlon shouts.I am ready.I release the magic. It flows. The next day was Saturday. We all sat down for a family conference. Dad announced that the pregnancy tests came back positive. Abigail and Mom didn't react at all. They'd already been through their angst. I think they both instinctively knew impregnation had occurred very soon after intercourse. Dad suggested a morning-after pill. That's when something else happened. Abigail started to go into a panic attack and Mom started getting dizzy. Dad and I jumped out of our chairs to help, but both Mom. The Groom can’t see the bride before the wedding. I actually started to argue and then I looked over at Anne. She was laughing and shaking her head. At that point, I knew that I had lost. I went home with Sharon.It was late when we got there and after Greta and Pete were safely tucked away, my big sister and I sat with a very large bourbon and talked. It was mostly about her and Steven and his leaving. She didn’t think that another woman was involved and I didn’t say anything. We also talked. I was nervous and kind of excited. “Lucy, how do you know Bruce?” “I work at a video store and we met there.” “How charming. I bet Bruce was getting a porno that night.” The women all giggled; they too were looking at me rather strangely. The stewardess came several times and filled our champagne glasses. I could already feel a buzz coming on. I was feeling very tipsy and a bit hot, although the plane seemed unusually warm. “Since this is a private plane and we’re all swingers, we should.