I quickly resurfaced and found the bright red face of my sister's friend. She scrambled out of the pool, her torn suit in hand, and ran into the house... shortly followed by my sister. I hoisted myself up and sat on the edge of the pool, unaware of what to do next. Eventually I went into the house, and I found my sister and Sarah talking on the couch. They looked up at me, but then down to my feet. I looked down and saw that I had dog poop all on my feet and in between my toes. "Gross!" my sister. But it wasn't just me; everyone thought you were dead, even your family, your father. Oh Nick," she said her voice growing mournful for him, "Your father..." I know," he cut her off, sparing her from having to tell bad news, "He died last year. I heard. I also heard about your parents. I'm so sorry, sweetheart." It was hard, especially since you weren't there," she said burying her face in his neck. Nick felt regret that he wasn't there for her when she needed him, but also felt his heart do a. "Ah, your menarche, that is good news indeed," he said.I looked at him, confused. "My what, my malarkey?" Oh, sorry, men-ar-key, it's pronounced. It means your firstmenstruation."He said this was excellent news and proved that my uterus was in workingorder and, as he said, we celebrated! I had never seen him so animated.He opened a desk drawer and pulled out a small bottle of champagne andthe 3 of us toasted my good news. He even took my hand and we evendanced a bit. Then all 3 of us. I looked over her shoulder I froze in shock. Its not my wife but her best friend, but how? Remembering that my wife said she was coming over for on of there girly nights in and would be staying for the night as she lives 15 minuets away by car. This was not abnormal I just totally forgot until now with me deep inside her. Realising what I was doing I pulled out and began rambling some sort of apology when I heard a snigger. I wondered how long it would take you to realise it was not me, you.