* * * One Year Later. Maddie grimaced when she glanced at her wall calendar and remembered what day it was. She wasn’t the most romantically incline... person in the world at the best of times, but Valentine’s Day held a special place in her heart as the absolute worst time of her year. Every year, without fail, something bad always happened on 14th February. Last year she’d lost her beloved Sasha. The year before, her car had been broken into and taken for a joy-ride round the local council. I haven’t had sex in a long time and never seen one also.Me- What? Seriously?Apsara- Yes. Ab hum jawaan kaha ki log humare liye mare. My husband doesn’t want to have sex with me so then why would others want to.Me- What rubbish. You look like 24 years old and any guy would be happy to be with you.Apsara- You are just saying this to make me feel better.Me- Honestly none of the girls I have had sex with come anywhere close to you. You look better than all of them and also have a better body. ( I. All he knew was that he bordered on the edge of dreams when the slam of the front door echoed through the house and into the room where they lay, and the next several moments were spent in a hurried frenzy of dressing. She may have been on the edge of panic at being discovered, but her face was wide with the thrill of their furtive fuck. The world returned to him in small increments. The two girls sat at the kitchen table and ate their ice cream. Ashe and he walked back outside into the pool. I knew they might focus on my breasts, but I put my hands on my stomach for affect, “Do you think I am getting fat?”They started laughing, how absurd … but they abruptly stopped and looked at my stomach. Almost in unison it was a stammering of, “Are … you … is that …”I put my hand up in our fashion to stop them, “Are you three ready to be fathers?”They were off the sand in a flash and had their hands on my stomach, stroking the little bump, maybe still not obvious except for my drawing.