She wanted to believe in Lady Pauline…most of the time, that’s enough. So call it synchronicity, confluence of events, or fate, but when the boys ...ade their bet, their mother was at her most vulnerable. It started in the guise of a joke. Marc and Richard were bragging about how each could ‘make’ any girl of the other’s choosing. When Marc said, “I know someone you couldn’t even get to first with…she’s not with anybody and I know you say that she’s nice looking.” Richard took the bait and said,. It must be quite a windfall for you.”“I don’t know ... how much is it?”“Like you don’t already know,” she said.“You must inform me,” I suggested.“Surely,” she spat, “If you insist. It’s 1754.20 a month paid out twice a month.”“Eight hundred seventy seven dollars and ten cents every two weeks?”“Quick with your figures, I see.”She was getting madder by the second. She spun, I ducked. She laughed. “Nervous?” she asked.“God deliver me from righteous females,” I muttered. “I plan on adding it to her. I did not know but Annette had decided that this was the time that we would make love. She had gone to the doctor the month before and gotten the pill. Her mother knew about it and told her if she loved me it was ok. But Annette did not tell me this, until that evening.That evening Annette made dinner for the three of us (Annette, Rose, and I) Rose the smart 12 year old that she was, left us in the living room and went into her room to watch TV. We watched television and whenever I started to. Around 12:30 I heard her come up the stairs and go into her room. I had been in my room thinking about our conversation all night, and I had this incredible urge to go right then and there and talk to her about it. We talked about everything, and did everything together, but this was a whole new probably fucked up level. Teenage hormones won out, and I opened my door to the hallway. My Pjs were loose and my throbbing dick flopped around as I walked. I tried to pull my shirt down to cover it as.