" With that she left without another word or backward look.Once she had departed, the three of us sat down and opened a bottle."Well guys," I said, "t...at seemed to work out ok." Yeah," said Tom, looking up from studying the pile of photographs we had taken."What now?" asked Sean."You mean with our Rita or what?" I replied. "Well we all know what we're going to do with our Rita," he chuckled, "I mean what otherwise?" Who knows mate," I said, "if we have got any sap left after we have finished. The next thing you knew you woke up with a splitting headache. The fellow was lying beside you and he wasn't nearly as handsome and charming that you thought he was when you were boozed up. Am I right or am I wrong?" You're pretty much right but I did regret those times. That counts for something, doesn't it?" I suppose so." Besides, if I'm going to have a guy's baby, I want to be married to him or at least have known him for more than five minutes." So you want commitment. Is that it?" That's. He could fake it with the best of them. ‘Marcus was a cat I took in one spring,’ Mom explained. ‘Its mother had died before it was ready to be weaned, and I had to take care of it. Tom swears I got all nervous when he asked about this Marcus person, but I don’t have the faintest idea what he’s talking about.’ She shook her head and took a sip from her beer. I finished the story. ‘Tom confronted Dad about it, and was quite sheepish when Dad explained why he was laughing so hard.’ We all. She was very sensitive about what she called, "her business". In the shower room at school, she always dressed-over and never showered with the other girls. When questioned, she claimed an allergy to the liquid soap in the stalls. That worked rather well, these days nobody questioned and allergy. It was an excuse that everyone accepted. What really solidified her odd behavior was the fact that she did do all her exercises quite proficiently and never had a complaint from any of the Physical.