The following Sunday, I told Theresa about Jennifer and she was really upset. She hated the girl.  She went on about Jennifer knowing all along that she wanted to see me; that she wanted to go back to me.
 

   "She's using you," she kept saying.  "She'll dump you when the first Doctor, or, Lawyer comes along.  And she had the nerve to call me her best friend?"
 

   We made love.  I felt guilty as hell afterwards, but while it was happening, Jennifer was the furthest thing from my mind.  Jennifer bloated my ego.  Theresa blew it away.
 

   I went home for dinner.  Jennifer had called numerous times through out the day.  I went over to see her, in the evening. She was scared, but pleased that I had told Theresa about her and I.  For the rest of the week, Jennifer was at my house every minute of the day.  She was spending afternoon's with my mother, having dinner with my folks and evenings with me.  Everything between us had sexual under tones.  She was teasing; taunting and totally submissive when I took her home.
 

   The following month, Theresa moved out of her father's house.  She wanted me to move in with her, but I couldn't.  I couldn't just walk away from Jennifer.  The thought of not seeing her again, was a thought I really didn't like.  I was never so confused, in all my life.
 

   I helped Theresa move into her place, went home and told Jennifer.  She was really pleased.  I had actually begun to think we would be okay.
 

   I wasn't really sure, though.
 

   Jennifer still hadn't had her period.