"My parents looked at each other and laughed. I thought it was that they didn't believe us. My dad spoke, "We know. We know you're moving in a few day..., we know you two had a pregnancy scare, we know all of that."John and I were the ones that were surprised. After the initial shock wore off, I asked, "How did you know? Why did you let me continue to go see him? How did you know I was moving out, I purposely didn't start packing yet for that reason?" We read your text messages, we get a copy of. "Can you imagine how many memories would be here if people stumbledupon me the way you guys did?"I leaned my head back against the house. "I understand, but at the sametime, they're just memories of people's memories."She nodded. "I know. But when that's all I can have, I'm not gonnacomplain."I had nothing to say to that. She was right. "I'm sorry," was about theonly words that my mouth could form."It's not your fault." She took the rock from me again. "When you guysare in here, in here," she. It was almost as if they both wanted to forget that night and the following morning of shameful behavior, and to pretend that it had never happened.However, when Jane told her mother that Brad had returned, Marie’s heart fluttered with the thought that he would visit them soon. Instead, Jane told Marie that it was Brad’s birthday the next week and she wanted to do something special for him. Marie thought that her daughter meant that she would invite Brad to their home and they would repeat what. ***"Is there anybody out there?" I'm still here," I replied. There was a giggle from behind the curtain."No silly, is there anyone else out there?" No," I said, looking left and right. The curtain snapped back. My jaw dropped, and my eyes bulged, cartoon-style. Amber wasn't wearing the skirt and blouse she'd been wearing into the changing room. She was wearing very little. What little she was wearing was white with black spots, highlighted with purple-lace.I gawped.I probably drooled.She looked.