Erin is pregnant. And she never tells the cops.

After a couple of weeks had passed and Erin didn't return to your house with the cops or with a warrant for your arrest or anything like that, you figured you were probably in the clear as far as getting away with **** her, though you still refuse to call what went on between the two of you that night by that word.

But you were surprised to hear your doorbell ring one day and answer it only to find Erin on the other side of it in an all white ensemble that made your dick stir for her all over again.

"Can I come in John? I'm alone, honest," she tells you, even managing to smile a little as you invite her in, sitting on your sofa and beginning to state the reason for her visit.

"I just got back from buying, and taking a pregnancy test, and it turns out you did knock me up at the party," she tells you, seemingly a whole lot happier than you would've expected her to be about it, "or maybe after, who knows. We did have a lot of sex that night."

"I'm thrilled that you seem so happy about Erin," you tell her, remembering how nasty you had treated her the last time you fucked her, and making a mental note that perhaps she likes it that way as she continues.

"I haven't forgotten the way you took advantage of me jackass," she says to you, getting a little heated over the fact you seem so nonchalant about it, "but...I have always wanted a baby of my own...and you were some of the best sex I've ever had."

"And?" you ask her, honestly not knowing what she was about to say next as she gets up to leave, hoping you will be able to control this situation now that she was pregnant with your kid.

"I hate your guts for what you did to me," she tells you, as she walks out the door, "but I want to try and make this work for the sake of my...our...child. So I'm willing to try if you are. Meet me back at my place later tonight if you want to make an honest attempt at making this relationship...or whatever this is...work."