Josh was outside running laps when he had the strangest feeling. "Whatis it?" he thought as he continued the run, his hand feeling bare withoutthe ri...g. As Josh continued the run the feeling continued to grow andchange into dread. "It can't be the ring," he said as he stopped andhunched over. "Who knows about it?"Josh felt the hairs on the back of his next stand up. "Jackie!" he saidin a panic. "She must have figured it out!"Josh ignored the yells of the PE coach and made a beeline for. After hoisting myself back on the bar stool, my bar mate asked me where the restrooms were. I responded, and used my index finger to point the way.I finished my pint. The “beer” tender asked if I wanted another. I looked at my watch again and determined I had time for one more.My bar-mate returned. Her face looked a little flushed. Apparently, the vodka was taking affect. She finished her second drink, and turned to ask me if she had time for another. I glanced at my watch again and said, “We. Gerta was positively chirpy. She was singing a sweet German song in the kitchen and then brought him a delectable poached egg, whole grain toast with current preserves, dry, crunchy bacon, and strong, fragrant coffee. She sat and watched him eat as she sipped her coffee from a large French mug with a bumblebee on it. Angelic, the picture of innocence. He hated to spoil her mood, but he had a job to do. ‘You dreamed of…him…again last night.’ Her face fell. ‘I…yes…I am sorry…perhaps I talked. “Dad, she came into the room, and got in bed with me. We didn’t have sex because neither of us had birth control. She wanted to. I said no. I might have been stupid to not send her away, but I sure didn’t want to get her pregnant. I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I was really tired. I’m sorry. That’s all I can say.”The other shoe dropped immediately.“I had a call this morning from Mr. Harrison.”Mary’s dad. I was well and truly screwed, so to speak.“It seems that Becky isn’t the only girl you’ve.