I should write back to him when I had “addressed these problems”. For a few days I just did nothing except sulk. You remember when I was in that ...ad mood? Finally I decided that it was up to me. This was a challenge and I needed to take the initiative. He had given me enough to go on. I needed to do something to my body and I needed experience, more partners. It’s easy to find web sites about body modification. I did not want to have bigger breasts, but a tattoo or a piercing was something I. We used to talk regularly during office hours with regards to the project. I gave some good managerial ideas to Rach (I call her with my that name)as I’m postgraduated in MBA.I proposed to have a social calendar (basically it’s a calendar of birthday and anniversaries of team members) for all the team members so that we can rock the floor during those days.It was also decided that ‘celebrity’ shall give a treat,while others make arrangements for the party.It was liked by her and even by. Shit, Me and Alex hadn't even had sex yet. I made an excuse to nip out on my own and rushed to a chemist i'd seen while we were out. Bought some pregnancy tests and nipped to the nearest public toilet and peed on them. It was positive. Stuffing it into my bag i rushed back to the hotel in a panic. That was probably the last place to go but i wasn't thinking straight at all. Alex was in the reception getting a drink. He waved and called me over. I smiled and sat next to him. My stupid. Ross pretended to speak to someone “Hi Bob… What right now… can’t it wait until tomorrow… for fuck sake mate… …ok be there in ten” he ended the fake call. “Listen… don’t you two fucking move… I’ll be about half an hour… and no fucking discussions about how to get out of this… there isn’t anything that you can do about it” He laughed making his way to the back door as if appearing to go get his bicycle from the garage. Once outside he slipped around the side of the house and squatted outside of.