’ Now I have no excuse for being so stupid and inconsiderate. My day at work had been, well really bad, but that’s no reason to be such an ass, e...pecially where your wife is concerned. Beth’s face got red, not a blush, but an angry red. She picked up the serving plate with the special dish on it, went to our back door, and threw the dinner, plate and all, into the back yard. Beth stomped out of the room and I heard the front door slam. Maybe it was the dinner being thrown out the back door. Young and dumb. As I’m finishing up my story, and the crowd is roaring with laughter, I hear this voice ring out and address me. It was the HS girl that took her home and I guess she had come back unbeknownst to me. The comment was, “THATS FUCKED UP. SHE WAS A VIRGIN. SHE CRIED ALL THE WAY TO HER DORMROOM.” Of course, the room fell into a somber silence and I felt like a major asshole. I sent flowers to her and left a few messages on her recorder, but never heard from her again. To my boys I. No wonder she wasn't sleeping.But she was sleeping now. Although her positive pregnancy result was certainly not the news she'd been hoping for, at least it was no longer unknown. The resolution of all her worry, coupled with our mutually-agreed upon decision to keep the baby, must have felt like Mount Everest sliding off her back. True, we wouldn't have an easy road ahead, but at least for now she could find a moment's peace in the blissful rest of unconsciousness.Me, I wouldn't be sleeping. I know that sounds stereotyped but after all, I'm butch for goodness sake. High heels are not in my repertoire. I'd probably fall off them and twist an ankle or something.But I had not realized what a fertile area a woman's clothing store was for girl watching. I AM butch and enjoy the sight and sounds (and the feel but that comes later) of femmes. And they are all over in those stores and departments. College girls in tight shorts and mid-rift baring tops. Business women in heels and short.