The school was on the other coast and we never saw her.About two years after we were married, I came home to an empty house. Angie was about two weeks...from getting pregnant with our second child, and the folks had taken Ray with them for the weekend. Angie had told them she had something special planned for me, and wanted the house to ourselves. Jeannie was married by now, and she was pregnant with her first of her five children. They lived on the next block, and Jeannie was a built-in. Ryan stood in the centre of the small space. He must have used her housemate’s bathroom because his dark hair was tousled and damp and his feet were bare beneath his jeans. He’d left enough buttons undone on his blue shirt that she could see his chest. Her gaze shifted to the couch where she noticed a folded blanket draped over the arm.“You didn’t have to sleep out here,” she said, moving further into the room. She hooked her thumbs in the belt loops on her shorts and glanced out the window.. I bet your mother won't object too much by the time we get round to the 'stuff' part of the night." Okay, you're on." I laughed just as my mother walked back into the room."What are you two plotting?" she laughed as she came over to join us by the bar."Nothing much," Ray grinned as she sipped at her coffee "just trying to cheer Dave up a bit." Dave?" my mother frowned "What's wrong hon?" He's just feeling a bit left out," Ray jumped in before I could even open my mouth to answer, "you know what. . uh ..... well, like..... well, not like a guy." Oh, don't be silly Tracy," she replied, "It makes you look so nice thatway. Don't worry about the whole 'boy - girl thing', you just want tolook your nicest for your Senior photo." And of course, since my Seniorpicture was taken back in the summer between my Junior and Senior years,my "breasts" had been smaller back then and they really weren't all thatobvious, and after the proofs came back and we looked through them Irealized that Mom was.