When Erica followed by Rod Koeninger arrived at her apartment, she put Tony to bed. She directed Rod to have a seat on a kitchen chair as she handed him a glass containing a shot of Johnny Walker Black on the rocks. She excused herself momentarily to go the bathroom. There she removed her stockings and garter belt to get more comfortable. When she returned she fixed herself a screwdriver.
During the drive to her apartment, and as she was preparing to talk to Rod, she took stock of the astonishing revelations she had been privy to that night. She had assumed that the wild wicked weekend that past May nearly four years ago had faded away in memory for all of the other participants.
Hell even with regards to her sister, Vivian, that weekend only served as a simply transitory sexual event. She noted that Vivian went so far as to decorate her body to ostensibly celebrate some really exciting sexual events, she had participated in. Vivian had commissioned tattoos to be carved on her thighs to honor her marathon gang bang of fucking twenty-five different men in a twenty-four hour period. She had acquired a gold plated body chain belt awarded to her for triumphing in a sex contest at an orgy conducted by a swingers sex club. And she had purchased four sterling silver ankle bracelets to commemorate her successful completion of a boast asserting her ability to seduce every member of her first year law school study group.
So as Erica saw it, her sister's perspective on that orgy weekend in Madison could not have had much significance in her life. Certainly it was not as monumentally important in Vivian's sexual history to merit similar acknowledgment via à vis the other mentioned three events. Still to be fair, it was evident from Erica's knowledge of her sister's sexual adventures that she had gone through numerous memorable sexual encounters. Thus, to memorialize then all would be extravagant not to mention tacky. But the material point was that there's no denying that for Vivian that weekend in Madison was not all that consequential in her life. Presumably the same could be said for the fellows.
However unlike the case of the others, that weekend in Madison four years previously was for Erica a game changer; an unequivocal turning point in her life. She became pregnant and subsequently a mother as result. That was not an insignificant outcome considering she had not become pregnant despite nearly four years of marriage. During that time not only did she eschew employing any birth control measures, but she took pro active steps to ensure that she always had sex with her husband, at every presumed optimum time in her menstrual cycle wherein impregnation was at its maximum possibility.
Her infidelity exercised that weekend, and her resultant pregnancy was the main reason for her divorce. A major incidental consequence of the divorce was the termination of pursuing a lifestyle as a farmer's wife. That lifestyle was Erica's sole goal and ambition in life since she was a little girl; ever since she started dreaming of what she would become once grown up. During her formative years and beyond, Erica's conduct was conducive to fulfilling this apparently desired goal. Consequently, the bitterest pill Erica had to swallow as a consequence to her sins was to forget and forego her initial life dreams.
Now most importantly, notwithstanding Erica's genuine regret at the loss of following her life's goal, she was the mistress of the banal cliché: if life hands you lemons, make lemonade. So instead of going through life as a farmer's wife, Erica became a waitress. Scratch that; in today's political correct world she became a server. But she wasn't a server for long. As a result of her noticeable and undeniable skills and talents, she quickly became first an assistance manager, and then the general manager overseeing one of the finest restaurants in Chicago. And as if that was not enough production of lemonade, Erica was beginning to harbor a realistic dream of owning and running a restaurant. Therefore, it was safe to say that there were lots of positive consequences arising from the aftermath of Erica's sinful activity during that weekend in Madison, Wisconsin to offset the otherwise negative impact of the same.
Disregarding the advantages and or disadvantages, that may have accrued to Erica as a result of that weekend of debauchery at a hotel room in Madison, WI, she had definitely moved on with her life. Hence, her memories of the weekend had lost any angst she might have previously harbored in her mind, and instead it merely became a recollection intermixed with recalling the sheer hedonist pleasure of the group sex to realizing that one of those men had impregnated her.
Since that time, she had the luxury of imagining that Rod Koeninger was the actual father of her wonderful son. Without a doubt that was her most desirous end result in her fantasy. But now with this actual meeting of Rod at her restaurant, Erica was apprehensive to realize that her dream world that she had established in her mind was about to crash. So she could only foresee doom and gloom, with the forthcoming conversation she was about to have with him. In fact after receiving his drink, as they were seated at the kitchen table, Rod did commence an intensive interrogation:
"So you were not on any birth control regimen that weekend?"
"Obviously not since I did get pregnant and gave birth to a handsome son."
"What about your sister? Did she get pregnant as well?"
"No she did not. She had an IUD inserted in her vagina."
"And you did not?"
"I was married and desirous of getting pregnant, whereas my sister was single with no such desire on her mind."
"Still you surely could have acquired a birth control device beforehand. That weekend was not a spur of the moment thing that just happened. It was deliberately planned consensual sex. Hell, I remember even paying for the hotel room some weeks prior to the event."
Erica conceded:
"I commend you on your perspicacity. That orgy weekend was definitely an event planned beforehand, Still it was a planned event without consideration of the possibility of pregnancy occurring. And obviously I did not contemplate such possibility."
Rod suspected that Erica's answer was disingenuous, but decided to let it slide for now. Instead there was in his mind a more important aspect of the situation that he wanted to clear up. So he asked:
"When you first realized you were pregnant, were you in doubt as to the father? Could not your husband have impregnated you? Only when your son was born and you saw he was biracial did you belatedly realize it had to have been that weekend that caused you to become pregnant?"
"No I knew from the start that it had to be that weekend when I conceived. I had a period prior to that weekend and I had not any sex with my husband since then or at any time thereafter for that matter."
"Oh really! Was the weekend the cause for your divorce?"
"You might say it was the straw that broke the camel's back."
"So if you knew you became pregnant as a result of that weekend, and your marriage was shot anyway, why didn't you get a hold of me? I know I gave you my number. Hell that number is still active today; you can still reach me by that number."
"But I didn't have your brother's number nor the other guy's number. And I would've needed to get in touch with them as well if I was going to disclose my pregnant state fairly."
"That excuse doesn't fly. Obviously, you had to be aware that I was and still am in touch with my brother. And he could have reached the other dude. So again, why in hell did you not get in touch with me?"
Erica hesitated a little bit recalling her discussions with Vivian at the time on this very same subject. Finally she answered:
"I honestly believed that it would have been unfair to the three of you, for me to disclose my pregnancy. Moreover, I thought it would be in the best interest for my son. I believed that whomever it turned out to be the biological father would resent my child which attitude could not be good for my son's psyche."
