In that funk, I couldn’t even write in my journal. That would have to wait.The next week was a blur. I really wasn’t in the mood for much of anyth...ng. I ran in the mornings, which gave me time to think. Something was nagging me in the back of my mind. About the baby and what had run through my mind. There was a clue there if I could decipher it.On Wednesday morning while I was jogging, it hit me.I was born in April 1963, which meant mom most likely had gotten pregnant sometime in July, 1962.. When we were teens, I had a picture of her in a bikini to which I had masturbated so many times! Actually Barbara had only gotten sexier over the years, and, as soon as Andrew, Tatyana and Barbara arrived at this camping trip, the flirting between Barbara and I had begun again. Well, sure as hell, I flirted with Tatyana a bit as well. Andrew got actually used to me flirting with his wife. It was always harmless. When we all arrived at the place, Andrew caught me looking at his sister, pulled me. " There, I said it out loud.Mary smiled. "OK, I'll call Vicki later and tell her."We went in the house and greeted Mom, and then I took my books downstairs and went back up to my room to change. Rich and Charlie had already done so and were headed out as I went in. Ursus thought, I take it that by the customs of your age group and subculture, Kirsten Kennedy just sent the message that she would be amenable to being more than just friends with you, at least tentatively.I parsed what Ursus just. "Open up, let me look."Sherrie's eyes probed my own. I swam in their amber, their thick lashes that were so much darker than her hair. My mouth drifted open of it's own accord, a nail sized smear of toothpaste in the corner of my lips.Sherrie's long finger,her soft shower fresh skin traced the tips of my openning mouth. Her smooth oval nail ran across the edges of my top teeth.It tapped against them a few times, so I openned wider.Sherrie leaned closer, as if looking down a long hallway.Her.