Not just any kiss, either, not a friendly greeting kiss, but a long, deep, passionate kiss. I was more than surprised, I was stunned. ‘Oh, my God, S...aron, that was wonderful!’ I couldn’t let go of her just yet. I was hoping that things would go really well tonight, but she had turned up the heat several notches right from the start. Finally, we had to break apart, because we couldn’t both get through the short hall and into the apartment like that. I kind of mumbled something about having to. "Guys, you know what I've realized?" Claudia asked, doing her eyeliner."What?" I asked, still laughing at the memory of the beautiful dress gone food."It's always been us five. I mean, since the beginning of middle school, it's been us. And we've been there for everyone's stories. Like we all know about Salsa, the milkshake, the cotton candy, the roller coaster, Andrew's fake tattoo..." Cotton candy and roller coaster came from a great day at an amusement park. Max got his head practically. Now, these prostitutes seemed to be an exception in this case. I hesitantly asked him if he could take me to a brothel. He happily obliged.The very next day, he took me to a small brothel. It looked like a normal household. The owner of the brothel understood at the first glance that I was new to this.She told me that since I was new, I couldn’t handle the experienced prostitutes. Hence she advised me to go to room number three were a good-for-nothing woman was present. She told me that she was. It was a Friday when she called me at work and said the doctor told her that the next Monday would be the best time in her cycle to receive her insemination. The clinic was in a bigger town about 250 miles from where we lived, so she had reserved a hotel room there and wanted to go and spend the weekend making love before her Monday appointment. The doctor had told us that having sex before and after the insemination would improve the chances that she would get pregnant. We arrived.