She turned and left the room and I just sat there shaking my head and thinking just how stupid did she think I was. I got my answer real quick - stupid enough not to know that she was f*****g around on me behind my back. Then I had a thought and I got up and followed Gwen to our bedroom. She was cleaning out drawers and piling stuff on the bed.
"What are you doing?"
"Getting my stuff out so I can pack."
"Why? We need to talk about this Gwen."
"I did, but according to you I'm a liar."
"One question. How can you be sure that it isn't my kid?"
"Because I always wear my diaphragm when we make love. I still hadn't made up my mind as to whether or not I wanted to have children. I suppose that the baby could be yours because diaphragms aren't one hundred percent guaranteed any more than con
