Sure, we'd had our little walk outside the Country Club, just five evenings earlier, but we had been on the double-date leash, joined at the hip to th...e Beautiful People -- Jessica Wainwright (can you believe that name?) and the even-more-beautiful Alex Harrell.Well, this was no time for me to be ridiculing Mr. Harrell. He had, after all, furnished the car, the dinner, the entire evening -- and, but for Mr. Alex Harrell, I'd never have met and connected with this incredible young woman, Emily. .. well, as indignant as a naked teenager can look. "Mother! You can't just come into my room!" she yelled."The Hell I can't, missy! You know what I've said about sex!" I retorted.She looked confused. "Um..."I continued, "I SAID don't have sex unless you're ready to be a mother. Well, are you?" We're using a rubber..." she responded.I moved forward, to the foot of the bed. "Those aren't 100% effective and you know it. You probably didn't even put it on right. Pauly, come here." I beckoned.His. We walked like a couple catching hand in hand we reached a hotel we declared to stay there for 5 days as she went to the room.she imediately went into washroom, she had not closed the washroom door, I got up and went close to washroom, I could hear her pissing, the sound was evident, the force was full, I opened the door a little more and saw urine coming out of the hole, she was more than happy to display the act, suddenly she controlled herself and stopped the urine passing, she told me to. Did nothing to ease my conscience.By the time we had arrived at the bistro and were seated, we had been talking so easily and freely with each other...so much like we had always talked together over the years... that when she ordered without consulting me it felt as natural as it always had. She had been ordering for me whenever we ate together throughout the time I had known her, even when our husbands were with us. And while the first time she did it I had been a bit taken aback, I had.