Jealous because she had the power to charm any man (even the boring married ones who wouldn’t stop talking about their kids).
But one day, the unthinkable happened. “Oh no.” She groaned, clutching her nauseous stomach.
“What is it?” her best friend, Rachel, looked up in alarm.
Tammy chewed her lip, counting the weeks since her last period. Then she groaned again. “I think I might be pregnant,” she said.
“That’s great!” said Rachel.
Tammy scowled. No, it was not great. She hated kids. “Maybe I’m coming down with the flu.”
However, it wasn’t the flu. Her doctor soon confirmed it – she was definitely pregnant. Just her rotten luck.
And seven months later, she gave birth to the little brat – a daughter, whom she named Camellia Black, as she had no idea who the kid’s father was.