“Wwwwwhat's happened to yyyyyour willy”? I blurted out.“Oh, eh, this is what you call a stiffy and it happens when you talk or think about sexy ...tuff”.“Is iiiiit sore”?“No, it actually feels nice but if you have one for too long it can start to hurt then”.“Hhhhhow does it go back dddddown again”?“Well (he looks away and then back with a big grin on his face) you can wank it”.“Waaaank, what's that”?“You know what”? “I really shouldn't be telling you all this”. Then he looked at me still with the. Of course she hadn't worn many ofthese items since Andrew was born, but I had a sneakingsuspicion that they were going to fit me better than anythingAnna currently wore.I laid a few things out on our bed; a denim mini skirt, skimpy T-shirt top, a short black dress with string straps, among otherthings. There was even a pair of sneakers and short sportssocks in the suitcase, but the gem of the collection was a one-piece swimsuit I had bought for Anna soon after we weremarried. It was a very sexy. It did not take much effort to determine that whoever he was, he was not qualified for the job. His SF-171 was almost illegible, and full of grammatical and spelling errors. Since no other language skills were listed, if English was his primary language he had skipped school since third grade. I completed the appropriate portions of the pre-interview listing, and asked for the folder on the second candidate.Instead of a folder I got the assistant director of Civilian Personnel. We already knew. Edward took responsibility. He assured me he would take care of it, if necessary. I knew what that meant but was afraid to confirm it. After three days he gave me a pregnancy test and assured me all was okay. It was not all okay with me. It was me who could be pregnant. I didn’t know what I would do if so. How could I pray to God? It would be God’s retribution.I knew I couldn’t have an abortion, confess to my husband or marry Edward. Each day I lived in terror and soon lost five pounds. I.