She felt disconnected from what was going on, almost as if she was watching a movie in which it was someone else doing these lascivious, forbidden thi...ngs. ‘What you’re thinking about doing is wrong, terribly wrong!!!’ a small voice inside Heidi’s head warned her, but her need-inflamed body and mind quickly banished the cautioning thoughts. ‘Yeah, I…ah…I think you’re real pretty, Mrs. Tate,’ Bobby replied. She was coming on to him! In school! He, too, was having problems thinking clearly. A bell. Maybe it has something to do with race according to other definitions. I chose to let that go and focus myself on the sites. Some of which were porn. I started reading some captures on a random porn site. Some were truly funny. Then I thought to myself.Is that what I have to look forward to? Some arrogant douche that says some degrading shit to my wife, while he bangs her, and me standing in a corner watching? There seemed to be a lot of people that seem to get off to the fact that their woman. ”He helped us get the new computer, in its box, to our car. Mom thanked him, and we went home. Nobody was home yet, and I took my new computer to my room, unboxed it, and it was that same color on the outside, but it was brand new.The list of software already on it was impressive, Appleworks, Apple Writer, Graphic Edge, Orca, and Print Shop. Thankfully, it still connected to my Stylewriter II printer.Remember, this was before the Internet and the World Wide Web. I didn’t even have a modem yet.I. .. never had a lick of trouble over periods. What would I need ovulation control for?” I pondered a minute, counted days in my head and didn’t like the result ... so I counted on my fingers. Same damn result. “Feel my forehead,” I requested.He did. “You’re warm.”“Shit!”“What?”“Exactly halfway between periods.”“I wasn’t planning on being a Daddy,” he said.“I wasn’t planning on being a mom,” I said. “How many times?”“What?”“Did I surrender to your manly charm?”“I don’t know ... six or seven...”.