I then decided to talk to Charlie, her stud for whom she wanted the baby from.I got on my knees and begged him not to get her pregnant."Please Charlie... can't you talk her out of it. I-I have done everything y'all have asked of me. B-But this is." Of course I really don't want the slut. She's a good fuck, but I'm not in the mood to be a dad. But the idea of impregnating her does have a certain appeal. No Victor, I'm not going to change her mind. Now you know she just might pick Jim or Theo. “That better be Coke, you two.”Jack laughed. “You’re safe. The last teenage girl I got drunk I ended up marrying. I’m not that silly!” Becca laughed and punched him in the arm. Jack stood and went to the wet bar. “Do you ever drink your whiskey straight? Becca and I always do a shot or two first, and then make cocktails afterwards.”Adam looked at his wife, who made a slight nod. “Fine by us. I occasionally have a shot, and if Megan doesn’t like it, I can take care of it.”“What about you two?”. My. God. She was drop dead B. E. A. U. tiful. Other girls stood and followed suit. I felt all their eyes looking at me.Taking a deep breath, I too, removed my pants. Again, I heard *Huh!* and ‘Oh’ but they were of surprise and not disappointment. I quickly sat down. Melange raised her eyebrows at me. I returned the expression. “I’m sure you all are educated in what people might do from this stage. To prevent further awkwardness, I am going to leave now. But. You may not just sit here. Do what. That is until she "surprised" me by casually mention the approaching weekend."Hey Honey?" she said calmly, "This Saturday evening, I've been invited to a bridal shower for a friend at work. It starts at 7:00, just so you know. Will you be okay if I go?"'yea, sure' I thought to myself. 'bridal shower my ass!' But I had a couple of choices here: Call her out and tell her that I know what she's up too, Let her go and then change the locks on the door and toss her stuff out on the lawn, OR play.