” She turned around to head back into her room.Her incredible figure wasn’t lost on me as I gazed at her luscious ass for a few seconds before I s...oke, “Wait...are you really off the pill?” I asked.“I can’t tell you that Josh.”“Why not?” I asked.“Because I’m afraid of what you’ll do,” Stacie said as she slammed her door shut. Days later the questions were driving me crazy. Is Stacie really off her pill? Is she trying to get knocked up? What about mom? Does she want me to fuck her again? Is. He was as confused by the headmistress’s sick Smile as he was by the crying doctor. He could deal with the phony, superficial façade of friendliness, having mastered it himself. But the tears seemed too real, too personal after all these months of manipulation and deceit.“God,” the doctor mumbled. “You look so much like him.”He tore himself free from the women’s embrace, pulling the long shirt tightly around his body.A thought dawned.These were the two people responsible for what had happened. So it wasn’t really bravery, it was this demanding need to know what Rob and Laura had, to have it for real. She was twenty-three and she knew two things: if she did it she’d regret it, but if she didn’t do it she’d regret that even more. That first time, oh, it was good. All the kisses, touches, soft affectionate words Rob and Laura would’ve had, and then the crossing of the line. Her hands sliding under Dick’s shirt, her fingers at the button of his slacks, his kisses following the contours. “I haven’t seen my sister in three years. Please cooperate with me on this.”We resisted a little longer, staying up as long as we could, but around ten they started playing bridge and Mom told us to “go on to bed.” We knew that meant the adults wanted to talk without us listening.Hannah sat on the bed and I stood, looking at the cot.“I can sleep on the cot,” she said.“You know you toss and turn,” I said.“What are we going to do?” she moaned.“I don’t know.”“I haven’t been on a date in two.