"But what if they happen to see me when Greg picks me up?" she asked herself. "After all, the café is only across the street."She could almost hear D...avid's yelling voice and her mother's accusations if it got out that she was having lunch with a strange man. Instead of filling her with fear, however, she found the prospect irritated her. "So what if I am? I'm a grown woman, and I can have lunch with a friend if I want to!"That's what she told herself, but she knew that it was much more than. Now I under stand the cadence we always sang at PT about "Jodie" and I wanted so bad to go and kick "Jodies" (Charlie) ass I went home and unpacked, the phone rang, it was Heidi, in tears begging me to forgive her for not telling me about her new boyfriend, She said she thought I was moving on and leaving her behind as she still had another year in school. I informed her that that was never my intention, I was serious about us and a future. She again sobbed she was so sorry, I hung up on her. "Oh my gawd!" yelled Jordan. Jordan's fingers dug into the sheets and pillows, and she struggled to maintain her position, so she wouldn't fall off of the pile of cushions. "Tight fit, isn't it?" quipped Clyda. "You know, Jordan, you really should've taken some of those video producers up, when they offered you some anal scenes, back in your video career. It might've helped prepare you for what's coming next." "Gee, thanks," grumbled Jordan. "Now is a great fucking time to tell me. ."The line went dead. There was something definitely wrong. A horrifying thought hit me; could she be up the duff? But surely it was too early to tell if she was pregnant? It had been about three weeks since our first shag, and even if I had impregnated her then, which was highly unlikely given the poor performance, she wouldn't be showing anything yet. And what about her period? On the flight home from the Seychelles she had fitted a tampon after our Seven Mile High shag, so must have come on.