J…” Tracey purrs, starry eyed at the memory of her handsome teen stud and their hours of sweaty copulation in the guest bedroom. “You know, if I...get pregnant, It’ll probably be J.J.’s baby…I don’t even know how many loads he dumped in me!” she muses dreamily. “C’mon, girl…we’ve come this far together, don’t back out on me now!” Christine exclaims, raising her hand and extending her pinky. “Oh my god! You’re going to make me pinky swear again!” Tracey replies, latching her digit onto. I guess I was feeling pretty down by the time my turn came. Maybe I was even crying a little, I don't know. When they called my name I walked toward the stage in kind of a daze; the faces of the kids around me were just a blur.Then I got up to the podium and the principal was reaching out his hand and there was a flash off to the right. I had just a second to wonder whose Dad had mistaken me for his son when there was this shout that bounced off the rafters: "Yeah Day-Vid!"It was Aunt Sandy, of. A little more I could tie it back.I'm still sweating after splashing my face. I'm burning up.I opened one of the vanity drawers and pulled out a digital foreheadthermometer. I pressed it to my head. It beeped and I looked down atthe red display. 104 degrees.104? Shit.My first thought was I had Covid. That damn vaccine. I wasn't coughingthough. So maybe this was some 24 hour virus. Food poisoning maybe?My next thought was whether I should tell Kathy. If I'm sick, then Ican't go work. It was so much fun playing at being naughty right under our unsuspecting coworkers' noses that I couldn't stop even when it started to become more than a game. Work was suddenly interesting. I rushed to get there early in the morning and the weekends seemed to drag by. I lay awake thinking of new ways to torment Ryan and was surprised at how dirty and devious my mind could be.Like the time I slinked up to him doe-eyed and sensuous in the break room while he was getting coffee, leaned in as if.