Gary and I were "in love" and so getting pregnant was ok but scary. He had to tell my parents, and his parents. I remember the day like it was yesterday, sitting around the kitchen table with my mother and stepfather and me sitting on Gary's lap. When he told them I was pregnant, my mother jumped up and gave me a look like she could kill me. Perfect. She just realized that Butch wasn't the only guy on the face of the earth who wanted to fuck me. Priceless!

They tried to talk me into getting an abortion. They told me it wouldn't last 5 years. They said I'd have to quit school. Then they said I could get married. Gary's parents were upset but not hysterical. They gave us their basement to live in until we could fine a place we could afford. Living there was hell.

We were married on March 20, 1965, a little over 2 weeks after I turned 17. I wrote to Butch and told him what had happened. He was devastated but understood. He knew my mother as well as anyone. We both knew we needed to get on with our lives. For the next 40 years we would always be in touch and always love each other.