For Jane, it was mostly relieffrom the weeks of accumulated stress and tension. Helen burbled throughher laughter, "He - or she - looks quite sweet, r...eally." She glancedmeaningfully at her daughter. "She looks rather helpless - as though shereally needs her Mummy."Jane pointed at her guffawing mother and tartly responded, "And a Nanna,too!" They both collapsed in hysterics again.When they had calmed down, Helen commented, "You know, I wouldn't mindbabysitting David and changing his nappies. I was hoping this wouldn't come up for a long time. Butwith Brianne everything had to be talked out as soon as possible."What about it?" I tried to play it off, hoping she would realize itmeant nothing."Your little thing with James. You know it meant something."Damn it."No it didn't..." I countered. "Everyone does weird stuff at parties..."Brianne nodded. "You're right. But usually guys make out with girls atparties. They don't make put on booty shorts and make out with otherguys."I lunged. So I made William promise to shower beforehand and wouldn't you know that the first thing he did after the shower was take a sloppy leak! He didn't even entirely miss the toilet seat, which gave me second thoughts; but I needed the sex badly, and I got some kleenex ready.I reminded William that our son Billy (William Jr.) was asleep in his crib and to keep the noise to a minimum as we got into bed.Will went right into a contrapose, no foreplay (unless you count the way he mauled my breasts,. ‘Chances are I’ll be having a poke at you later!’ ‘Stop it!’ She tapped her finger right on the jewel and whipped her hand away and placed it on my shoulder. We strolled around the gallery and admired the work. ‘Donna!’ A tall, elderly man in a rumpled tweed suit approached. ‘What ho, Pinky. College, meet Pinky Bennet. He’s one of Sheila’s biggest fans. Pinky, say hello to my bird.’ Graciously, Pinky took my hand and kissed it. Old world charm. ‘Delighted to meet you, College. Donna has told me.