..”“Yeah?” she asked, weirdly interested in what I would do.I could feel tears fill my eyes. “I couldn’t tell you what to do, Megan. If this...ever happened to me, I could never look you in the eyes and tell you what to do. I’m sorry, it just seems so wrong. I would leave it up to the...” the last word hung in my throat like vomit. “ ... mother.”Megan and I had the exact same instinct as we pulled each other into a frantic hug as we both nuzzled into the other’s shoulders. So it was decided then,. “I'm going to piss!” I gasped, unable to stop it with her sucking.She popped her mouth off. “Good! Let it flow, Yunie!”I groaned as it started. The piss spurted from me, splashing yellow on the end of the pregnancy test. It bathed the absorbent end before splashing on my inner thighs, hot and exciting. I groaned, my toes flexing as the tingling, near orgasmic-pleasure rushed through me.Then, to my shock, Stefani darted her head in, her mouth open. I gasped as I couldn't stop peeing now. It was. Not understand.2. Not listen.3. Not care.Boys are less verbal and much more impulsive.I hate to say this, but it is true: girls “think” about something before they do it, and boys “do it” before they think about it.I have tried to be brutally honest throughout this story in everything I write, so it is time to reveal something all men know, but have been sworn to secrecy never to tell. But if I don’t tell, then I am being less than honest!All babies start out with the same number of raw cells,. "IF IT HAPPENS AGAIN ... WHAT? ... SIX!?!"The room was invaded by nurses and a couple of cops."Mr. Valmaat. You have to leave. You're upsetting the mothers," said the head nurse."What? I'm not the one yelling!" Well ... maybe that time ... just a little.The cops were a couple of pretty burly guys. I found myself sitting in a taxi pulling away from the curb."Wife got upset?" The cabbie asked.I looked above the visor."Mr. Secrest," I began."Warren," Warren ... I'm David." Pleased to meet you,.