.. since I what? I can't rememberwhat happened. I can't even remember my own name. Oops, I seem to be in bed with someone. Better notwake him up I thi...nk as I carefully slip out of bed and walkover to the mirror in the corner. I don't even know what I look like, and the mirror inthis room doesn't seem to want to cooperate by showing myreflection. Is it broken? I've always shown up before when I wentto shave my... beard? But I don't have a beard. At least, Idon't think I do, since I can't. Feeling she had little to live for, she considered suicide. She thought of driving her car into the ocean off a nearby scenic overlook. All that kept her from such a course of action was finding Denise's cell phone number in her purse as she looked for her car keys.Desperately she punched in the numbers."Hello." Denise, it's Lynn." What's wrong?" asked Peter's wife, having read Lynn's emotional state from just those three words.Lynn explained through the sobs."I'll be right over. Give me the. I’m not going to be the only woman in this house that isn’t pregnant when we all go to the OB/GYN four weeks from now. The only time I have felt myself ovulate was when George happened to be trying his hardest to use four inches of skinny dick to get me off. It used to work well when we were younger. It felt like someone kicked me in the left side. If I’m not too old, then you will knock me up too. Poor Fred isn’t going to know what to do with all four girls using his dick for some form of. She sighed and got up. “Though, it’s gonna cross my mind for the rest of the day.”“I dated a boy in high school...” Tamara frowned.“Yeah, Owen.” Janice snorted.“He came back for you?” Jewel twisted her face in disgust.“Fuck off,” Tamara jabbed a finger toward Jewel’s face. “No, I meant before Owen. Devon was’bi’.” Tamara overemphasized the air-quotes. “It’s not like girls getting attention. He was just gay.”“He was also a teenager, in high school.” Janice rolled her eyes. “And you dated Owen.