"I briefed her on "our" day at the Met and we went home. On Monday she told me Maggie had bought the story.Ann began her campaign. "Do you play with y...urself at night?" she asked, nonchalantly, at lunch. Her tone was matter-of-fact conversational, but she didn't care who heard."ANN! That's private! You can't ask me that," I hissed at her."Don't they do sex ed here?" she deadpanned."Yes, last year, in freshman health," I admitted."Well, then they must have brought up masturbation, right? And. “10 pieces of gold should get you a night.” “Th-that’s…” Choke it out, woman. “A little much.” He glares again, cutting me like a knife. “I’ll have you know, this is the only inn at this town. Have fun traveling a few good miles, during the dangerous night, werewolves on your tail, who might I add,” He sets the paper down, still glaring. “Are in mating season, to the next town.” I’m shaking right now, and turn my eyes downwards again. He sighs heavily. “Don’t… Don’t cry, alright? Jeez.” He. Well, her reason for not marrying him was now moot. They should settle some things. The first, of course, was her pregnancy. He was quite willing to go back to a long courtship or, at least, a long engagement if her fears were baseless. He would be the guy, after all, who had been willing to marry her to save her reputation. That should trump anything a rival could offer.“Look, can we talk? You’ve said that you think you’re pregnant. Have you been to a doctor?”“I’m pretty sure.”“You don’t look. ” She glanced around the bathroom. “Wait, where’s your suit?”Shit! I scrambled for a moment as I dried my legs. While I delayed giving an answer, I caught her looking at my wet panties hanging from the hot water knob.“You went swimming in just your panties?” she giggled. “With Mark and Mason?”“No one was home when I snuck in through the screen door,” I whispered and hoped she bought it. “You can’t tell anyone.”“Let’s do that again tonight!” Bethany was grinning wide and bouncing a little at the.