I stood up. I didn’t know why. Reflex? I had to do something. This wasn’t happening. It wasn’t happening, goddammit. Oh fuck, I was gonna hurl. Sensitive tits, extra emotional; she fucking was extra emotional. The girl was on the express train to Weepytown. I palmed my forehead, my mind spinning. She'd been so responsive in the hot tub. Didn’t that happen during pregna—I couldn’t even finish the thought.
