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other’s eyes. I felt excited, scared, and a current of sadness rushing through—as if this wasn’t real or that it wouldn’t last. His lips descended on mine and we began a massive makeout scene. If only it had been filmed, I felt so picture perfect. He tasted like fruit and he had controlling, authoritative lips. His tongue explored my mouth; we were eating each other up, kiss after kiss. I felt his hands sliding under my top, and my lime green bra being pushed up and his hands on my tits, working my nipples. He moved his lips to my ears and began nibbling on them, while I giggled with delight. Then he traced my hips with his hands and we lay there looking at each other.
    “You got great eggs,” he said.
    “EGGS?” I laughed.
    “Yeah, you got pretty eggs.”
    “How do you know?” I asked.
    He was quiet and so was I. He didn’t answer, but I knew, somehow, I would figure out what he meant on my own over time.
    “Listen to that,” he said, and we listened to the ocean waves coming in inches from the blanket. We sprang up, and he grabbed the blanket and his water proof tote and we moved up and away from the waves. Once again, we settled onto the blanket. This time he managed to take my bra off, along with my top. We sat up and he put his arm around me. It was the quietest date I had ever been on. I stared at him, and he at me. Again we started making out and this time, his grey shirt came off and we were pressed against each other. He kissed my lips with full force and passion, and from there he went onto to kiss my breasts, tiny kisses, continual, over and over again, as I ran my hands over his ‘army’ style haircut. Then he stopped and pushed me back from him.
    “Should we swap love stories?” he asked.
    I was topless, my mouth mashed from kissing and the wetness between my legs had begun to tingle.
    “Okay,” I said; it was all I could say.
    That’s when he told me that, aside from acting, he had two other talents: one, growing organic pot and selling it for a hefty profit without ever smoking it, and two, making babies with beautiful women. He had made one son with his first and only wife, now the ex-wife, one boy and a girl with a now former ex-girlfriend. Three kids! And he wanted more. Oh, and he paid taxes and child support, so he wasn’t a bum, though it was clear that ‘his’ dream came first. He was a genuine ‘my way or the highway’ type guy. Drat!
    “Wow, you’re not exactly, Mr. Darcy,” I said, not thinking that he’d know what the hell I meant.
    “I want my fourth with you,” he said.
    “Why me?” I asked.
    “You’ve got baby-making potential. It’s the way your hips are built. Your breasts, they’re perfect for breast feeding.”
    I laughed, I mean, he wasn’t joking. There I was, peering down at my own tits, because no other guy had said that about them.
    “Perky nipples, which I like. Your breasts would swell up with milk over nine months,” he added, like I needed to hear that.
    Still, I didn’t reach for my top or my bra. I just sat there on Zuma Beach with this eye-catching, cocky, sperm-filled man looking at me like I was a baby making machine.
    “How many?” I asked.
    “Three, most likely,” he said.
    “Three?” I asked. He nodded.
    Then he traced my face with his fingers and I let him. It felt good, and I knew deep down that I’d probably never see him again. After all, I wasn’t going to agree to three babies, let alone one, when there were already three Justin-made kids crawling around.
    “Think about it, don’t tell me now,” he said. I nodded.
    “You know, I can picture us having babies. Being happy together. You can still act,” he said, as he leaned in and kissed me on the tip of my nose, and then on my cheeks, and forehead. Oh, wow! We locked lips again and kissed for a long, long time.
    The temperature changed, it wasn’t cold, but I was ready to have my top on, minus my bra, because he said “leave it off for me.”
    He pulled out a