I was thinking about my future and what Blossom must be thinking. I thought of all of the possible problems. What if I was married and had a wife and ... kid. A kid. Damn that would mess things up.When we got home, I sat on the couch and pulled Blossom onto my lap and wrapped her in my arms. She laid her head on my shoulder and began to cry. I knew it. I knew that she was scared and why.“Blossom, I know what you are thinking.”“Really and what is that?”“You are thinking that if I remember who I am. We made love with each other.”“Bobby says the same thing. Ever since he got to ... do that ... with Barbie, he’s all goofy and talks different.”“Like how?”“Like this morning he said all he wants to do is make her happy.”“That’s what good sex is all about, Honey. It isn’t selfish. It’s about making your partner feel good. And that makes you feel good.”“I get that,” said Julie. “Last night, I could tell I was making you feel really good, and it made me feel good, too.”“You did make me feel good,”. . but then I added, "on one condition -- we must waste NO time at all. Only wear two pieces of clothing, total". She rolled her eyes, then nodded. I owned up, too... "I'll do the same, it's only fair" The Girl jumped to her feet, and skipped (yes, I mean skipped) down the short hill, then up the steps, then turned for one quick smile, before disappearing inside.On Wednesday, we had one of those "assemblies" at school – the good news, it got me out of "science" class ... the bad news, we had. She turned to face me clad only in the gym shorts and wrapped her arms around my neck. “I love you, Jack. You make me feel so safe and secure and it’s nice to see that I have an effect on you, too.” She did; she’d made me as hard as a rock in seconds. “I think I’ll be able to handle that rather big problem you’re having as soon as we get into bed.”“What about my parents?”“Oh, Jack—your mom already knows and if she knows so does your dad. She saw how you handled my body last night when you.