Summer StormsChapter 3
For the next week, I was an emotional wreck. What had I done? Why had I done it? The second question was easier to answer than the first: I was horny and feeling neglected, which made me powerless to resist Amy’s desire and obvious attraction. But it was the first question that seemed to haunt my every waking moment. What had I done? There were several levels to that answer, and I didn’t like any of them. In a purely physical sense, I was worried that Amy might be pregnant. I could tell...