I really had to ask Charlie how he had done that. I reached down, and grabbed the, still-wet, towel that Becky had worn, and wrapped it around my body..., just as she had done, exposing a little cleavage, and riding just halfway up my curvy thighs. It smelt of her. I turned towards her vanity, looking in the mirror. "Hi! I'm Rebecca McCay," I put one foot onto the stool, letting the towel fall open, showing one thigh, "but you can call me Becky."There was a knock at the door. Assuming it was. Whats wrong with you" harvey looked at me and said "nothing your fair to busy to worry about me" so i said "o wow harvey really? arnt we went to fight when the baby fucking get here" so i though a pillow at harvey and said "you can sleep in the living room becuase im tired of this shit harvey" so harvey left and when i woke up the next morning i went into the living room to find 12 read roses but harvey wasnt there so i read the card saying sorry with a love heart on it so i got my cell out and. Then as before I asked, "Where are you?" expecting, hoping, an answer. All I felt was a pang of despair I guessed was from Peter. I strained along with my friends for the slightest sound but we heard nothing.Once more I assured myself, Peter and Sara, saying, "I'll find you Sara."I will not give up."I will find you and help you."We all waited a bit more until Stacey asked our group, "So where do we go from here?"I guess I was the first to think anything and all I could muster up was, "Don't. Emma practised her most provocative walk as she reached and bent over to open her bedside drawer. Removing a brown paper bag, she walked towards me and placed the bag in my hand. Inside I saw the condoms she had bought that afternoon. I mentally felt the pain I had gone through 2 years ago when she had demanded that I be vasectomised. Although it was all that time ago, I could still remember the weeks of pain that I had endured. Emma had insisted that I had the snip in case I ruined her budding.