She examined him, no trace of emotion on the flawless mask of her face."You're a virgin, aren't you," she stated."What," George protested. "Me? No ......of course not. I mean ... I've had my share ... I know what it's..." he blustered. "Yes," he admitted. No point lying; she'd see right through it anyway."I thought as much," Nicole smiled. "I saw how uncomfortable you looked whenever I stood close to you. You're shy around women." Yes," George admitted. "Don't make a big thing about it, okay.". "Not yet daddy. Soon." Well he must be something special if you're keeping him such a secret."Marissa flopped down on the couch next to her dad. "He is daddy. He's so very special." Well can't wait to meet him."Marissa laid her head back and smiled thinking about the time she'd spent with Henry the day before. She still remembered his taste. You've already met him. You've known him all your life. She wanted to say but refrained from saying anything."Hey Henry ... I was thinking maybe you and I. Well... I guess I am forthis party, but... you know what I mean... I'm not supposed to look likethis and... I'm kinda scared that I'm not going to be a good father formy daughter when we get her."Taylor's heart nearly broke. "Oh, Gerry... baby... your daughter isn'tgoing to need a tough, construction worker type father." No?" No, baby. Your daughter will need two, loving parents who will care forher and give her the best life possible. You can do that for her, Gerry,can't you?" She hugged him. "Phil looked at the baroque, highly complex tangle of lines and curves Cerulea had drawn on the floor. If this was simple, he wasn't sure he wanted to see complex.Cerulea put a finger on her lips. "That one might be a little too complex for your current level."Next to her on the stone floor was a child's bag shaped like a cartoon whale and a mop and bucket. She used the mop to wipe away the chalk design on the floor."Now you try," she said, tossing the piece of chalk to Phil. "We'll start with.