It used to be a six-week class, but now it’s twelve. I had my first one last week. One of my classmates told me about doing anal and I looked it up ...nline. Anyway. The first class was all about what to expect in the delivery room. The first thing they showed us was called a dry-down. They put one under you in the delivery room to catch anything you expel during labor. And change it frequently. When most women push the first time, they poop.”“Shit.”“Exactly.”“Did you enjoy this?” I asked. I was. Of course I was wrong. I got about a mile into the rest of my walk when the Triboro cop car pulled along side. I recognized the patrol sergeant from the bad old days.“Chief, what the hell you been up to,” he asked.“Just taking my morning walk Jeff, how about you?” I asked.“I got a report about a possible gang fight in progress at the convenience store down the hill. Did you see anything?” he asked.“Nope the only thing I noticed was a few kids high on weed hanging out in the parking lot. You are a scorching hot woman, and right now, you meet my needs!" I rasped out. You’re not going to make me walk out in public right now, are you?" "I am hungry. What are you doing for supper?" I replied, "I have no plans. What are you game for?" "I know a good deli in the mall, they’re still open. Is that OK?" Marisa asked with a rather soft voice. "Sure." "You know, you haven’t said much about being freaked out at all. Are you still OK with me?" "Why wouldn’t I be?" I didn’t want to. What other choice had she, when having been abandoned by her daughter and boyfriend, while of her lover Annie she’d heard not a word, for although they’d agreed they’d not see each other until Monday, there’d not even been the usual text message from Annie, even though Claire had confiscated her mother’s iPhone, surely she would have told her mother of any text from her lover.All of which had left Karen even more concerned and confused, had they also somehow trapped Annie along with herself?.