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cry. “You don’t understand, Sal. I’m not sure who the father is,” I admitted through my tears.
    I felt her body tense. “What do you mean you don’t know who the father is?”
    “Do you remember the night I sang with that guy, Dillon, for his aunt’s fundraiser?” She nodded her head, yes. “And I told you he came back for a few drinks before heading back to his aunt’s house for the night?”
    She let out a little gasp. “Please tell me you didn’t?”
    I slowly nodded my head up and down. “Twice,” I wailed.
    “You had sex with him twice ?” she gasped, “And didn’t tell me? Why the hell not?”
    I stared down at the floor.
    “Wow,” she said. I glanced up and the hurt in her eyes almost killed me. “Were you ever going to tell me?”
    “No. But not for the reasons you think,” I quickly added, and then explained. “It was embarrassing…uh…no, more like, it was humiliating,” I corrected.
    She shot me her classic wide eyed what-the-fuck-look before asking, “His dick was that small?”
    The incredulous tone in her voice made me laugh. “No. It wasn’t small. In fact, it was rather large.” She blinked but didn’t speak, so I kept going. “It was the best sex of my life, Sal. I mean it. It was epic.” I leaned forward and whispered, “I thought something was wrong with me because…uh…I couldn’t get there with Jimmy without… a lot of help, but Dillon….”
    Sally held up her hand to stop me. “We cannot have this conversation in front of a toilet. Come on.” Grabbing my hand, she led me back to the bedroom. Brutus followed behind and, as we settled on the bed, he jumped up and placed himself partially in both of our laps. “Continue,” she commanded.
    I told her about the whole evening with Dillon. She made me repeat the sexy parts several times, before allowing me to continue. “When I woke up the next morning, he was gone,” I told her.
    “What do you mean he was gone?”
    “Gone, poof, gone,” I said, snapping my fingers. “He stole away like a thief in the night after the second time and I haven’t seen or heard from him since. It cut me deep, Sal. Here I was thinking I had just had the best night of my life, and there he was formulating an escape plan.”
    “That’s surprising. He seemed really into you,” Sally said.
    “Oh, he was into me…until he got into me. Then he couldn’t get out the door fast enough. I even went as far as to call him.”
    “When?”
    Resting my head on her shoulder, I sighed. “Two weeks after that night. He was all I could think about. I thought, maybe if he heard my voice, it would remind him of how good it had been. When he didn’t call me back, I realized…maybe it wasn’t good for him. Maybe he’s a serial sex addict who goes around doinking every female he comes across. Maybe I was just one of his many conquests.” I started crying again.
    I felt Sally’s head turn and glanced up. She was staring down at me. “You are the smartest, kindest, most beautiful soul I know. What in hell’s name were you thinking when you let him inside you without a condom, Isabella Fisher?”
    “I wasn’t thinking,” I admitted. “I mean, One minute I was asleep and the next he was in me. I swear, Sal, it was the most erotically amazing moment of my life. The guy is a sex-god. I didn’t even think about the fact that he didn’t use a condom until well after the fact.”
    Sally grabbed my hand and squeezed. “When is the last time you had sex with Jimmy?”
    I shuddered and she squeezed tighter. “Two days before I busted him cheating on me, but…after my night with Dillon, I wouldn’t exactly call what I had with Jimmy sex.” Dillon put Jimmy to shame .
    She let out a snort of humor. “Did you use protection?”
    I replied with an unladylike snort of my own. “We’re talking about uptight Jimmy aren’t we? The same Jimmy who knows I can’t take the pill because it gives me horrible headaches? You and I both know how