“Okay, sweetie,” she said. “Stay here for a little bit. I have a surprise for you!”I watched her dart out of the bedroom with ... giggle. The last time Aunt Beatrice had promised me a surprise she…No. It wasn’t possible. Did she…?The door swung open and my suspicions were confirmed. Into the room entered two giggling, scantily-clad women. My Aunt Beatrice had invited her friend Rhonda over again. A few days ago, Aunt Beatrice had brought her over so that. I also knew how difficult it would be for a boy - he was suddenly a boy again - to admit to a woman that he had dreams about her - erotic dreams, based on how his hand had felt. Again, there was very little evidence, but it had been a caress, not just his hand accidentally resting on my side. I decided to go the middle road.“Well, it was interesting,” I said. “I’m sure it was you. I’m not surprised you don’t remember. I read somewhere that we don’t remember most of what we dream about. Anyway,. Each time she changed position, she capped it off with a deep breath and a loud sigh. Somehow, I managed to tune out her noise, and I nearly got back to sleep."John," she suddenly said loudly into the darkness, "I can't get to sleep."I bit back three different angry retorts and silently counted to ten. It was obvious from her tone of voice that she was blaming me."What do you need?" I finally answered."Come rub my back until I fall asleep," she commanded. Her tone was even sharper as she added,. If you can't trust a policeman, who can you trust?" He's a man." her mother said stubbornly. "They all want the same thing. They want to lie and make a baby in you and then leave you defenseless to raise it." I can't believe you really believe that," said Becca. Her mother had never talked about Becca's father, except to say that she was madly in love with him when he made her pregnant, and that she was never sorry she'd had Becca. Now, in the heat of argument between two women, new.