She stepped a little closer to me and asked if she could hang out with me as she had heard things about me. I thought to myself what she was referring... to. Thoughts were going over and over in my mind as I walked along a overgrown track and down further into the woods. What did she mean, had she been talking to the other friends, had she found out about my crush on girl from school I just didn’t know. Eventually I asked “so what have you heard about me, good things I hope”. She looked over to me. Her parents caught us, my parents caught us, and our minister's wife caught us. Probably there were others who caught us and didn't bother to say anything. I still remember the huge collective sigh of relief from the whole damned town when we got married.Judy and I both were disappointed when we found out she couldn't have babies. The sadness was only slightly tempered by the fact that I could toss all the rubbers out and she could stop taking the pill. Also by that time we were up to our necks. .. It had been an amazing couple of years.I don't know how long she'd been fucking the neighbor on the side, but when she got caught, she decided for some reason that I'd orchestrated it. That's when I learned the hard way that she could go from zero to psycho bitch in nothing flat.I popped open a beer and wondered for the third time in an hour whether I should just pack up and leave. But, I had no doubt the news of my hasty departure would reach Linda before I even got home. There was no way I. "What's the matter?" Amy looked concerned. She must have seen something in my expression. Had her voice had changed tone slightly?"Look in the mirror." Oh my God, it's me!" Amy had slid off the bed and was checking herself in the full-length mirror. "I mean it's me at seventeen, zits and all! God, I look hideous!" No you don't, Amy. Though I wish the acne would go away." Oh my God, did you see that? It just vanished!" Amy turned to look at me and I could see it was true. The splash of spots had.