It was up to him. Three months or six, heads or tails, call it in the air. Three months. September, October, November, he could make it to his birthda...y. Or, the other way, he could make it through December, like that song by Merle Haggard. He could see another Christmas. And that would be a hell of a Christmas, with everyone tiptoeing around not wanting to say anything that might remind him of his condition. But the condition would be so pervasive by then it would be screaming to be noticed.. Yeah, that prom. The brick wall. Though I didn’t know it at the time. It was Friday night. Shawn was staying over at a friend’s house and I was sitting at home reading my history book. We’d been assigned a whole chapter that had to be read and ready for discussion by Monday. I felt my leg vibrate. I pulled my phone out of my pocket. It was Tom.“Hey,” I said in the perky girlfriend voice.“Hey, baby,” he said. “I’ve got a quick question…”“Sure.”“Are you on the pill?” he asked.“Wow… uhm, no… why?”. He felt like he was drunk, but not the whiskey kind of drunk. He was drunk with desire. Rolling out of his bed, he stood by his bed swaying as he feverishly wondered what to do...RIGHT AND WRONG, GOOD AND BADThe fire between her legs was scorching her very soul."No, no, I can't do that," she wailed, "I can't do that to my own flesh and blood." Please, please, don't make me do this."But even as she spoke, she could feel the distinction between right and wrong getting blurry in her mind. What,. I drenched my tiny thong as they continued to explore my body. My husband again reached into the duffle bag while he told Robert to undo my bra. He slid it down my arms as much as the restraints would allow. I had never been naked in front of anyone other than my husband, but the excitement was amazing. I felt two feathers lightly traveling over my body. I was so turned on that even the slightest touch made me come. Wave after wave washed over me. I heard Robert ask my husband if he could.