The raw excitement of what I was planning struggled against the guilt as I sat there wondering if I should (or could) really do this when I saw his ca...r go by.This was my moment …. Do I follow him home, as promised, or chicken out?Taking a deep breath, I made my decision and pulled out to follow him.As we drove to his house, the struggle between guilt and excitement continued. This wasn’t the first time I’d thought about it after finding out about his affair, but I had always talked myself out. I had kissed her before, but nothing was like this. It was sweet and gentle and packed with meaning. For me.She pulled away and bit her lip, her hand caressing my cheek. She put down her wine glass and started to move, straddling me.“No,” I said, jumping up and hopping across the room. “No. No.”“What’s wrong?” she asked.“You can’t do that.”“Sorry.”“It’s not fair.”“What?”“THAT. Again.”“What? Kiss you? I thought you liked that? We’re friends. It’s OK …”“FUCK Anna. We are NOT friends. We’re not. I. They knew the origin of what Cyril held in his hand. It was the very thing which had slain the hero Odysseus. “How have you come to possess this?” some shouted, others crying “Thief!” and “Murderer!” Cyril waited until the commotion had died down and explained that he had been a soldier and sailor since he was eleven, leading men from far away lands against those enemies even further away. He’d discovered the spear which had killed the great Odysseus in the collection of a great general and. “Preggers, I love it.” I rubbed my naked belly. I was still as flat as a board, but... “Who else is preggers. Please say we're all preggers.”For the last year, our periods had all synced up. So it was more than a little surprising when none of us started our monthly flows two days ago. After classes, we raided a grocery store for home pregnancy kits then returned to my place.We could have our after-school lovefest here. After the sleepover two weeks ago, it could get wild. Mom and Dad could.