She merely informed me that we were both staying. But I can’t sleep if it’s not there, because there’s nothing worse than waking up in the middle of the night needing a Tums and not having one.Īs the night wore on, though, Missy had decided that we were both going to spend the night after all. It’s a thing that happened during my pregnancies: I learned never to be without Tums at night. Because of this, I hadn’t brought anything along: Not a sleeping bag, not my toothbrush, not my Tums. Initially, Missy and I had planned to leave late after everyone else had gone to bed, and go home to the comfort of our respective air conditioned bedrooms. “Never mind,” I cryptically texted, refusing to go into detail.Įventually, around midnight, the little girls called it quits. I continued on, refusing to be thwarted.īy that time I was close enough to the cars and kids to see that they weren’t actually cars and kids. Then Marlboro Man responded, “There is no road.” What does he mean? He can’t see me? How is that possible? I’m driving right toward them. I drove along, and a few seconds later, Marlboro Man texted back. I figured Marlboro Man would look down the road and see my gnarly white vehicle traveling along, leaving a trail of dust behind it. I stopped the car and typed “I see you guys!” on my phone. At least I was headed in the right direction. They were a good mile-and-a-half down the road, but at least I had them in my sights. There they were! I saw a bunch of cars-all of Marlboro Man’s cousins who’d traveled from far and wide with their kids and their tents-and I saw all the kids running around and playing. I think he was concerned I’d taken a wrong turn. And by the time I was at this spot, my beloved texted me. I feel sick to my fucking stomach right now.Marlboro Man had gone on to the campsite with the kids and I’d run to town to get more bottled water since the temperature was 109 degrees at 6:30 pm and in situations like that, mothers don’t know what else to do but buy more bottled water. I was going to write Dan Savage, but that might take too long. But if I tell her now, it will just be a fucking disgusting thing to tell your sister, but at least she could go get tested or something. I know she hasn't dated anyone in a few months, so what else could it be? Do I tell her? How could I? If I wait too long and my suspicion proves to be true, then it'll be even worse. I thought it over for a day or two and now I'm getting freaked. That's when it clicked and that's when the fear struck. When she told me she was late, I thought nothing of it, but then, the day after, while engaging in my daily routine, I noticed that I did leave cum on the seat. fuck, I don't know if she could have gotten pregnant from it. My fear is that I might have left some drops of spooge on the toilet and when she sat down after my shower. Recently, I remember dropping a load, then sitting on the toilet to take a dump and having a shower afterwards. Ok, so when I pleasure myself, sometimes I have to take a shit after, like that one bowling movie with Bill Murray, whatever. She's had trouble with dating and so have it, so be it. We've been roommates for over a year and we talk often. My sister, whom I live with, just told me that she's late. But, I didn't think I'd ever have this problem because of it. I'm not the cleanest of people, I know and admit this.
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