"I'm wonderful," Miranda said dreamily, "and everything is... wonderful." She said confirming that she did not think last night was a mistake. Miranda...reached her hand over Julie's stomach and grasped his. Roger brought her hand up to his mouth and kissed it tenderly."I love you." Roger said."I love you," Miranda replied.Another thought occurred to Roger, and while it wasn't exactly a troubling one at the moment, it could render complications. "Miranda," he began, "I... we didn't use protection. When you bought your other clothes, didn't youbuy things that you had some idea what you'd be wearing with them?"Chad shook his head. "Not really." He couldn't tell her that it was Melwho had picked out most of the things he had now... except for the fewthings he had had from before.Robin shook her head. "You might want to think about that the next timeyou're out shopping." Yeah, I'll do that," he agreed sheepishly. It was a thought, knowing inadvance what would go with what. Even when Mel. She bunched his shirtfront in her hands, pulling him to her. She kissed him, angry, crushing her lips to his, keeping him off balance, shirt threads tearing, popping as she pushed him against the wall. Greg fought to keep up, ears ringing, arms encircling her as she writhed, twisted against him. She ground herself into him, tearing at his shirt. The buttons fell, plastic chiming against the tiles as she pulled his shirt off of his shoulders, fingernails on his chest now, searing, tearing his. Well about a minute later, when the doors open there stood this tell fine brother that on first sight could make any woman's juices flow. I stepped on the bus, and when I went to put my fair in the fair box, the bus driver for some reason would not let me pay, he insisted that the trip would be on him.As I took my seat, I thought nothing of the fact that there was no one else on the bus except for the driver and myself. He told me that he was on a break and that he would be sitting in the back.