He looked at the licence and thenback at my face, shining the light a bit closer and asked, "Is this yourlicence?" Yes," I replied."Are you sure this ...s your licence?" he asked, again a mixture ofamusement and consternation in his voice, at the same time turning thelicence round so I could see it. I chose not to look at it, merelyreplying "Yes." But it's a man's licence," he stated incredulously."Yes," I said, "that's right."At this point the poor man looked totally flustered. So I smiled. But I am a girl.The first night we were together in a hotel room in Texas, he put me in my own bed, a huge bed such as I had never imagined I would sleep in. And in the middle of the night, the bed was too big, so I got in bed with HIM. I think it scared him.He tried. Dave, apparently, is one who tries to be good and proper. He tried to get me to stay with his sister. She lives right up the street. She is not married. She has the room in her house. It was very nice, as nice as Dave's. I don't. Very sorry. I just don't love your father the same way anymore. I love Stewart instead. We never meant for this to happen, but a few projects and we found ourselves really clicking together, and the next thing that we knew ... well, I might as well come out and say it ... I'm pregnant, and it's not your father's," Annabelle explained, wiping her eyes as she confessed her adultery with Amber's father.Now, Mrs. Tucker was almost fifty, old enough that we wondered if she had started menopause, but. Tommy was due home late Tuesday night and for Sandy the days simply couldn’t pass fast enough. Not only did her vexations continue, but Jenny had decided to be her ‘moral guide’ and between the crawling of the time, her confusion, and Jenny’s pontificating, Sandy was about done in. The last thing Jenny said as she jumped out of the car Monday was “Call me when you can,” leaving her with a devilish smile of lewd and lascivious proportions. Sandy spent the afternoon continuing to mull over what.