“It was just a year ago when Miss Wine was diagnosed with an inoperable cancer. With only a few months left to live, she recorded this private inter...view, which, now that the Supreme Court has made this unprecedented, watershed decision, can be shown.”Miss Brandy Wine appeared above the view-plate, replacing the image of the newscaster. She was barely dressed, and seemed to look right at the viewer. She opened her luscious, painted mouth and spoke: ( ‘****’ represents a network produced. "Women never cease to amaze me, where I was expecting a huge argument mom suddenly got practical. Well who sleeps where? What about bathrooms, do we have enough closet space for four women?" I told mom where I thought the girls should sleep; mom argued that they should be furthest from the main bedroom so noise doesn't wake them, said with a little giggle. Mom insisted that I keep the last bedroom for myself as I might want some private time or maybe a different girl once in a while! You know. I want to feel special atsomething, just not sports." You'll be very good at it," I responded. "You're the prettiest girl Iknow." Thank you. You won't be angry if I'm not playing soccer anymore like mybest friend?" What kind of friend would I be if I didn't want what you wanted? I loveyou Cindy."We hugged for the third time that day. It wasn't a boy hugging a girl,but two best friends showing their support for each other."Come on," she said, "I want to show you something."She grabbed my hand. She is a smoking hot little number, who over a course so weeks I got to mess around with. We had some great sex, but without the condom on the last great unload. Chance she got pregnant, and she is my mistress yikes.Well...after abit time apart, Jen called me, to meet at her place. I drove over, nervous as hell. Pregnant was not too bad, but it would fuck things with my life. Once I got there, I walked up the stairs as it was the walk of shame. At her door, I knocked, followed with her opening.