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lost my virginity for the third time that weekend.” She sipped some more. “Maybe we should do that again. An all-girl camping trip. And this time, keep it to ourselves.”
    â€œCan’t. If Billy ever finds out I’m willing to camp, my life is over. Sleeping on the ground is about the only vacation we can afford.” She sighed. “I’m not fun anymore,” Julie said. “I’m a drudge.” Billy came up behindher and put a hand on her shoulder. Julie turned and looked up at him. “Did you touch her?”
    â€œNo, Jules. I’ve gotten really attached to my balls. But if she’s going to keep rubbing those tits on my arm, I’m going to need a lot more to drink.”
    â€œFunny,” she said. “How much longer do we have to stay?”
    â€œJoe has some fireworks,” he said.
    â€œThere could be fireworks right in this room if I have to watch Chelsea gaze at you like a lovesick puppy for one more second….”
    â€œEveryone else is having fun watching her flag her butt and preen. What’s wrong with you?” he asked with a grin.
    â€œI admit, it’s been entertaining as hell, but I was thinking maybe there’s a Law and Order rerun on TV. It’s a tough choice, but I might have to go with the rerun.”
    â€œIsn’t this just a rerun?” Cassie asked, laughing.
    Although it wasn’t late—eleven or so—Julie and Billy said their goodbyes and left the party. They drove by Julie’s mom’s house, scooped up three sleeping kids and went home. While Julie made sure everyone was tucked in for the night, Billy turned on the TV. She washed her face and brushed her teeth and crawled into bed. Before she could fall asleep, he was shedding his clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor and getting in beside her. She could feel him naked and primed against her thigh.
    â€œOh, Jesus,” she muttered.
    â€œWhat? You wanted to come home early. You didn’t turn on a rerun…”
    â€œBilly…”
    â€œTell you what—just for fun, let’s not fight. Let’s just do it. That always puts you in a better mood.”
    â€œDid Chelsea get you all spooled up?” she asked him.
    â€œChelsea?” he asked, laughing. “How many years are you going to ask me that, Jules? I don’t want Chelsea.”
    â€œI can’t…. Come on…”
    â€œWhy? You on the rag or something? Cramps?”
    â€œLate,” she said.
    He rose up on an elbow and looked down at her. “It’s not that late….”
    â€œ I’m late,” she said. “My period’s late.”
    Shock was etched into his handsome features. Then dawning. “Oh, so that’s what’s got a bug up your ass lately. We’re caught again? We can’t be.”
    â€œIf we are, I’m going to kill myself. Then you.”
    He grinned at her. “We could use another girl to even things out.”
    â€œWhat we could use is a vasectomy!”
    â€œYeah. I guess. After this one….”
    â€œBilly!”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œWe can’t have another baby!”
    â€œWell, you act like this is my fault!”
    â€œIt wasn’t the UPS guy!”
    He grinned into her eyes and brushed a little hair away from her brow. “I bet I know when it was,” he said, his voice thick and husky. “We had dinner with yourfolks and you liked me. I didn’t fuck up all night, which is a miracle, huh? Then after the kids were in bed, you liked me a lot . Kind of took me by surprise, but I think I stepped up to the plate pretty good there.” He gave her a kiss on the nose, on the lips, on the chin. “I did such a good job, maybe you popped about ten eggs and one of ’em slipped right by that IUD….”
    Her eyes welled with tears. “We can’t afford another baby. We can’t afford the ones we have.”
    â€œWe get by okay.