"It's the East Side," she wrote, "but definitely not a ritzy block. The building is a hundred years old. It's a walkup, which to you tourists means no... elevator. It's an old building with very small apartments. Over the years the newer buildings just grew up around this block. It's so old, the shower is a stall in the kitchen, because the building was here before indoor plumbing was common. Has hot water, though--at least it's not a cold water flat, like the building next door to mine. The. After dinner, John helped clear the table while Jack and Harriet hurried to THEIR bedroom. Once they were upstairs in the bedroom, all pretense of decorum was cast aside, and they reverted to the teens they were. Here they were, four days from their last fuck, and that was as close to forever as they wanted to get!They hugged and kissed, with a lot of tongue, and removed each-other’s clothes. Harriet knelt in front of Jack to remove his boxer shorts, and he was already so far along in. There was something wrong, and I didn't know what. The bed was wet on Kitten's side. Did she pee the bed? I urged Chris out of the bed and got out myself, then turned on the bedside light.Kitten had a grimace on her beautiful face. This time, I knew it was not a smile. Something was definitely wrong. I pulled back the covers, and found the bed wet between her legs. There was no smell of urine though. An image of a baby was placed in my mind.I had no idea she was even pregnant, she did not even. She stammered her reply, getting a little shy at how open Mel was straight away. She took the rest of her clothes off, grabbed a towel and went towards the showers. Mel soon followed suit.The showers were communal, with a row of six showers either side in a rectangle. Rachel chose one at the end and switched it on. The water was lovely and warm and felt good against her naked skin. Mel chose the shower next to her and switched her shower on too."Hello again." Mel smiled. "You looked good.