Emma was wearing a long t-shirt, and nothing else from what I could tell. I answered the door. Having put a baby in me?” Emma teased as she put her hand on her lower stomach. Why I wanted to wait two weeks! There’s no reason to hold back. “So are you gonna stop teasing me?” I asked. I couldn’t believe my eyes. There was a TV with an old VCR and a bookshelf lined with tapes with dates for labels. “Oh, I’d say the groping stage.” I said. “Me too.” I said. She knew what we had planned, but I doubt our mother had any idea. “You know, I might have to get on the pill or get some other birth control before then.”
“We really didn’t plan for any of this. “But I think you can watch while I get you off.”
Emma laid down on the bed with her head on the pillow. “Hi everyone, I’m Julie, and I just turned 18.” Our mother on the tape said.
