I didn’t had an orgasm yet but I decided to go upstairs because I wanted to play some games too. The attic was dark, only the light of the computer ...hined directly into his face.He was playing one of the few games we had on that Mac: a pinball game. We had played this game together before. So we already had our own rules made up: whenever the player lost his ball, the other one had his turn to play. So we didn’t have to wait long for turns.There were 3 of these typical white plastic beach. Finally he kind of laughed a little and said What are you looking at? I was horrified that he saw me looking and stammered, Nothing. What do you mean? Ive got to go anyways. I started walking to the exit, which was on the far side of the court, silently cursing myself the whole way. When I had almost reached the door he called back, Wait, I was only fucking with ya! Come here I want to show you something. So I went back, thinking that I would look more guilty if I left, and promising myself. ‘Diana… get cleaned up and get dressed. I’m calling the doctor and then I’ll call both of our offices and tell them that we’re going to be late or we may not be there at all… depending on what the doctor says!’ She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. ‘Charles… I don’t want anything to go wrong! We can’t lose this baby now!’ she squeaked fearfully. He went to her and helped her to stand. He held her for a moment. ‘You’re not in any pain, so that’s a good sign. This may be nothing, but we’re. The best thing in life is being easy. That's what I'd believed in. No, that's what [i]she[/i] believed in. That life had been filled with intense bursts of pleasure. Supernovas of wanton sex and rampant drug use. All the pleasure derived from ignoring society's rules and embracing its ills. If I wasn't happy, it sure did feel good. Fuck! Life was great.No! She was infecting my mind. The whore was doing something to me. I had to leave. I had to get out of there. But I couldn't; they'd brought me.