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"Happy Birthday, Mike!"

I blinked my eyes and tried to focus.

My mother and sister were seated at the kitchen table having breakfast.

Groggily, I took a chair next to Sis.

After work last night me and a few of the guys went out and partied a bit. I wasn't quite hung over, but I wasn't ready for more than just a cup of strong hot coffee.

Sis jumped out of her seat and went to fetch my favorite mug. It was one that she'd given me the previous year on my last birthday. The pretty blonde model on the side of it lost her teeny black bikini when hot water was added.

"We'll celebrate your birthday this weekend." Mom was saying. "We'll have the family and a few of your friends over. We're not going to have a huge blow out like we did last year. I don't feel like dealing with Mrs. Crabtree again."

On my eighteenth birthday Mom had allowed my sister Tina and I to invite all of our friends over for a barbeque in the back yard. Since I was also graduating from high school we had a bon fire as well. Old Mrs. Crabtree called the fire department.

"Is there anything special you'd like for your birthday?" Mom asked taking a bird like sip of her grapefruit juice. She bestowed on me one of her radiant smiles then. "Besides a car."

I'd been saving up for a couple of years for my own car. I had a hunk of junk in the garage that got me by, but like most guys I wanted a set of wheels I could be proud off.

Though Mom paid most of my college expenses, I still had a girlfriend and other vices that cut into the money I made as a crew member at the Beer N' Burger.

"Some new threads maybe..." I tried to think. Clothes were always cool. To get laid finally definitely, but I wasn't about to say that out loud. "A subscription to Playboy maybe."

"You already spend too much time in the bathroom as it is." my smart ass sis placed my coffee mug down in front of me. "What you really need is a girlfriend who isn't locked at the knees."

Mom who'd actually laughed about the bathroom joke, glared sternly at my sister over her next comment.

"Missy's a very nice girl. You could take a few lessons from her on how to behave like a lady."

Sis wrinkled her nose in distaste and plopped back down next to me.

"I do know how to be a lady." she shot back at Mom, "Missy goes beyond lady. She's what you call a puritan prude."

I'd been dating Missy since my freshman year in high school, I had loved her even longer than that. She's a wonderful person and really fun to be around. It was true though, she was locked at the knees. I figured it had to do with being a preacher's daughter. I was willing to wait until after we graduated from college then got married like she insisted. In the mean time being a full red blooded male I intended on getting some experience else where. The problem was that all the girls I knew were aware that Missy and I were an item. The ones that wouldn't recite me the riot act for even suggesting a fling would probably tell her just to be mean. I wouldn't hurt Missy for the world.

I was still too young at nineteen to go to dance clubs to meet women on the prowl for a one night stand. There were a few girls in some of my classes at the community college I attended, but none of them interested me. The girls at work steered clear because Missy worked along side of me at the B