He had knocked on the door, and this time waited until he heard the deadbolts sliding. Tessa didn’t open the door on her own but had called for him ...o come inside. She seemed fidgety today, but perhaps no more than usual. He immediately had noticed she was back to wearing the pudgy sweats, pants and shirt, and her hair was pinned tightly into a bun behind her head. He wondered if it had anything to do with the way he had been gawking at her the previous night. He almost regretted the way he had. ”“I know what you should do. You should take Dougal with you to see the movie. It can be like a date.”“You want me to take Dougal to the multiplex ... in public?” I was a bit doubtful about walking around the mall with a stuffed animal under my arm.“Go on, I dare you. If you take Dougal, I’ll take Sampson and we can make it a double date. It’ll be fun.” Sampson was a white dog with big black spots.“We’re not little kids anymore. People will laugh at us.”“Don’t be a scaredy-cat. We’re going to a. We were quiet for a few minutes, sipping the brandy, each thinking his private thoughts. It was a pleasant, comfortable silence, and when he finally broke it he did so very quietly. “So except for that time on the boat, you never touched a guy before today?” he asked. “Nope,” I said. “What about you?” “Actually, I have a bit of experience in that line.” “Oh?” I said. “Tell me about it.” He swallowed a little brandy. “Not much to tell, really,” he said. “It happened when I was. She went over to the table, took a deep breath, and sat down. Her stomach and head were both spinning; she excused herself, went to the bathroom, and threw up. Now that was a sure sign she was pregnant.“Sorry Phred, I had to go to the bathroom, or throw up on the table.”“Uh-uh, I bet you’re pregnant!”“I’m not ready for this?” Phred smirked, leaned over towards her, and answered, “Ready for what? You know you love being my whore.”He then put his arm around her, lifted her chin toward him and.