..." " Oh you are raising your eyebrow, Denis........do you think I meant to ........hint that I......that I...... fuck the waiter or something?.....................please, Denis, please.........(laughing).............okay.....................once....................well, really............well he likes me, let us just say that....." "..............anyway, he is going to move us to a table, that is..............perhaps................not so public, yes?" "I am going to tell you a story about. .you know how it is.'' he said closing his eyes."Yeah I know how that is." I said lying, I swam so never dealt with the heat of the day. There was a minute of silence untill Casey lifted his head and looked around."Wheres Brittany?" he asked. I told him she was outside talking to some guy she liked, he looked at me scrutinously. "I thought you two were dating." he said looking at me one eyebrow raised.I imediately realized what I did, i blew my cover....maybe. Now turned bright red I. There was never any confusion about that. So, when Tomas asked me if I'd consider being a sperm donor in order for his wife to have a baby, was surprised, as well strongly tempted! We began chatting on-line late at nights about he and Mara's determination for her to have an African-fathered baby.I asked him why they were so keen on that idea? I found it hard to believe at first that Tomas would even consider allowing me (or any other man, for that matter) to father a baby with her instead of. “Don’t get cocky.” “You forget who you’re talking to. It’s me.” “And? So what if it’s you? That doesn’t mean you’re supposed to act the way everybody expects you to.” Shit. Shit. Shit. Why the fuck did I just say that? Now he’s going to think I don’t like him. Wait, WHAT? I mean, that’s good. He’s not supposed to think I like him, because I don’t. “The way everybody expects me to? And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” he inquired with obvious rage in his tone. Natalia fell quiet..