Summer 1968
With his silver tongue and his devilish grin Alex always managed to have his wicked way with any pretty girl he happened to set his eyes on.
Tonight's lucky one answered to the name of Jenny, and judging from her soft moans she thoroughly appreciated what he was doing. The carnival was going to leave town in the morning; they wouldn't be back until the next year, so he was going to make the best of whatever time he had left.
His friend Sean only gave him a conspiratorial wink when he sneaked back at the first crack of dawn.
Summer 1969
Alex couldn't believe his eyes when he opened the basket sitting before the entrance to his trailer, and nearly dropped it in surprise. There was a baby inside, wrapped in blankets and sleeping peacefully.
A note was tucked among the blankets. I can't keep him. Jenny
"Well, I'm damned," he said, while Sean only laughed.
"Looks like your sins have finally caught up with you."
Alex was about to wash his hands of the whole business, then the little boy opened dazzling blue eyes.
"I think I'll call him Paddy," he murmured as a sudden smile spread across his face.