For two young women, one blonde and one brunette, it began with a simple statement: Trust me.

The blonde heard these words in a truck stop from a man she had met only moments before. He was tall, blonde and handsome. Not to mention a bit lustful for her. She thought for a moment what her mother had told her as a teenager: never sleep with a man who refuses to use protection and says Trust me. She shook the thoughts out of her head as she shoved her tongue down his throat, fullying realizing where this would lead. Screw it, she thought as he closed the bathroom door behind them with an audible click. What's the worst that can happen?

The brunette heard those words uttered by the same man as the blonde. He held her close. She had just gotten out of a terrible relationship with her last boyfriend, and wasn't ready to leap back into the dating word just yet. Yet as she looked up at the man, she couldn't see her best friend anymore. All she could see was the man who was always there for her, the one who had brought her ice cream for every breakup, and had stayed up with her on the phone as she ranted about how terrible her last boyfriend was. She realized that maybe...just maybe...she had fallen in love with him somewhere along the line. She snuggled into the crook of his arm and sighed. Might as well give this a shot. After all, what's the worst that can happen?

Turns out, the worst CAN happen.

For the blonde, called Mikki, she found she was pregnant a month later, and proceeded to be kicked out of her house by her parents. She gave birth eight months later to a little boy: Barney Stinson.

For the brunette, Regina, she got everything she had ever wanted: a perfect wedding, a husband who loved her unconditionally and the perfect job that would allow her to work and stay at home with the family. Nine months after that perfect wedding in May, she gave birth to a little boy as well: William Buddson.

But a perfect ending wouldn't make an interesting story, now would it?

Regina spent an amount of two years with her husband before he was killed in a car accident by a drunk driver. The police never found his killer.

After that point, Regina couldn't bear to look at the little boy that looked so much like her dead husband. She still loved Billy, but it was hard not to look in his brilliant blue eyes and not see the man she once shared her life with. She hated herself whenever she began to think that maybe she should send Billy away somewhere...to her parents in Texas maybe...just so she wouldn't have to wake up to that pair of blue eyes staring at her from the foot of the bed each morning.

Her salvation came in the form of a letter from a prep school in New York. They had seen her son's unusually high marks in school, and thought he would be "an asset to St. Paul's Preparatory School." She only felt a twinge of guilt as she helped her son pack his bags and sent him off on an airplane to New York. As she watched the plane taxi away, she found herself motionless, thinking of the last thing she had said to her son: Trust me.