A Story in the Nemesis Universe
In life, you sometimes find yourself holding a losing hand. But if you hold your nerve, do not blink first and play your cards right. You could find out that the hand is a winner!
I hopped into the boat to pack away my rods and tackle, swinging my legs over the side so I sat facing the yard, feet dangling a couple of feet off the ground. My neighbor's daughter, Mandy, the slim 18-year-old geek with glasses and an awkward vibe, as if she spent more time with books than boys, wandered over. She stopped right in front of me, maybe three feet away, her eyes level with my crotch thanks to the boat's height. I saw her glance drop to my groin...
What happens when a good Italian Catholic girl tells her husband that there is another bambino on the way? Thanks to soggyacres for a kernel of truth in this story.