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repeat. “ET’s a…it’s a girl?”
    Abby wipes the smudged mascara from her eyes as she nods in confirmation. Oh God. I’m gonna raise a stripper with a billion daddy issues. My legs suddenly feel like I just finished a thousand squats, so I lean my back against the wall to hold myself up.
    “Last week, the ultrasound tech told me it was early…but she said if she had to guess…”
    “A girl,” I finish.
    How old do you have to be to dance naked in public? Eighteen? I’ve got eighteen years to teach my daughter to keep her clothes on. And to stay away from boys, especially ones like me who fuck and run. Oh, shit! What if she gets knocked up? I don’t wanna end up on Sixteen and Pregnant as the idiot dad who gets conned into raising the baby of his bratty teenager and lets her worthless boyfriend move into my house. Hell. No.
    “She could be wrong,” Abby says, bringing me back from the hypothetical, shitty future. “It could be a late developing boy.”
    “No fucking way!” I exclaim. “If it was my boy, his twig and berries would already be on full display. It’s gotta be a girl,” I assure her. “Can we do like yellow baby shit? Because I despise pink. It reminds me of the nasty taste of Pepto-Bismol , and it’s just so damn…girly.” 
    “I hate pink, too,” Abby replies softly, wiping away more tears.
    “See, this won’t be so bad. We already agree on something.”
    She puffs out a bark of laughter but frowns harder. “I’m so screwed.”
    “You’re not screwed,” I assure her, even though it’s a lie. We so are.
    “I’m already huge and gross. None of my pants fit,” she sniffles.
    “You’re not huge,” I tell her honestly. “You’re still tiny except for the baby bump. Okay, so, your titties are huge, but really, it’s always the bigger the better where those and asses are concerned.”
    “Ugh,” she says with her shoulders slumping forward. “Don’t lie. I’m fat and repulsive, especially when I’m naked, but the stupid hormones are making me so horny.”
    “I wouldn’t mind seeing you naked,” I tell her honestly after hearing her say me so horny . That’s always been a fault of mine, saying shit without thinking. Another fault would be doing shit without thinking. But Linc said he didn’t care so…
    “No, believe me, you don’t. I’m gross,” Abby whines.
    Closing the distance between us, I step up between her thighs and run my fingertips down along the V neck of her dress, grazing the tops of both soft swells. “Show me your titties,” I tell her.
    “What?” she exclaims, her red-rimmed, chocolate eyes going wide in surprise. “No way, you perverted jackass.” Despite her refusal, I hear her breath hitch and watch as her nipples harden through the soft cotton. The fact that she insulted me is even more confirmation that she’s turned on and wants me.
    Right before we ended up in the cab together that night at the club, she called me an ass dildo . And in the backseat of the cab, her name-calling had escalated with her horniness. I became a limp-dicked bastard before she sank to her knees in the floorboard . When we got to her apartment, all hell broke loose. I was crowned the pinnacle of offensiveness when she hailed me as a giant, cocksucking chode for taking too long getting my dick out to fuck her against the wall.
    “Come on. Let me see your big tits and suck on them a little bit,” I practically beg. Abby just stares blankly up at me, maybe trying to judge my sincerity. I’m as serious as a fucking heart attack. “You know you want me to, don’t you, you little slut?” I say to inflame her filthy mouth even more. When she doesn’t respond, I reach up and lower the spaghetti straps of her dress far enough that I can yank the cups down, exposing both full breasts to me since there’s no bra in the way. Fuck, her heavy tits are even better than I imagined. I heft one in each palm and stroke my thumbs over the beaded nipples. But then I have