Maxine or don’t trust a woman bearing their fruit!

My brother had just destroyed my faith in the words, “I love you”.
My friend, Maxine’s brother, had befriended me like Caesars friends had helped him.
Only I didn’t die from my stab wounds.
At least not all of me had died.
I was at Uncle Frank’s for one reason or another.
I was almost taken in.
I was lonely and hurt and an easy target.
I was at a picnic or other. At the time I really wasn’t paying attention. When Maxine grabbed me by the arm and pulled me toward the bedroom.
We were alone and she said she wanted to have sex with me.
Well, when she first arrived in NY, I thought she was interested in me.
But then she changed and went after others.
I was at a real low point.
So, I said OK!
What virgin wouldn’t?
It wasn’t like I was asked to have sex every day.
I should have known something was going on, but as I said, I was in a low point, barely paying attention to what was going on around me.
Well, we went to her room, where we would copulate.
There was no foreplay so this would be a quickie.
Like a virgin would care, just as long as I lost my virginity, I was happy!
I was just about to enter her as Robin burst in the door.
Well that put an end to that.
Accidents happen.
Don’t they?
So later on, Maxine comes up to me again with the same proposal!
Now if I were not so depressed, I would have known something besides sex was up.
But I just wanted to feel needed, maybe even loved.
So, we adjourned to her room once more!
In comes Robin Again!
I take her aside and tell her, “We’re trying to be alone.”
She gives Maxine a dirty look that could have killed, “Not with HER you’re not!”
What was wrong?
Birdie wouldn’t tell but she never left my side until I went home.
Seven months later when Maxine had gone back home to Texas, I received a call.
I had healthy baby boy from Maxine.
“Well Maxine, you normally have to have sex in order to have a child with someone.”
“You are the only one I was with!” she insisted.
“But we never had sex!” I reminded her.
She hung up.
Later I hear about how Richie Ziarno. One of my brother’s friends (a thirty something screwing a 16-year-old.) was the father and Maxine knew it.
When she went to him about the pregnancy, he laughed in her face and told her he would pay for the abortion.
That’s why she was after me.
I didn’t know whether to be Happy or sad.
If she had told me the truth, I may have been happy to be a dad.
But she didn’t even give me that choice.
Thank you, Birdie, for saving me!
I would have been crushed to be married to her and find out it was all just a lie.
You’re a Hero.