It’s nice to meet you.”“This is an interesting place? How did you get interested in it?”“I am a stripper and I heard about it from a friend... When your pregnant your unemployed. Nobody hires pregnant dancers. After you have the kid, you sign up to be a “Milk Girl.” While your nursing you can work too. We just make sure to pump for our babies first and when we work, we give our milk to the customers.”“You certainly are sexy. Do you do lap dances? I’d love to hire you.”“Sure. Follow me to. “That’s a frisky fellow you’ve got there. But it’s a good sign.” She said laughing.She handed me the pajamas and sat down at the side of the bed, her feet on the floor. She had come back in with a glass of brandy which she sipped from as I put on the pajama bottom, she hadn’t brought any top. She looked at me and I looked at her and we both wanted to say something, but words didn’t come. So we both laughed. She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. “My baby is a big boy now. I’ll go fix you. Yes, she developed some unusual cravings, but she watched her food intake carefully as the doctor had advised and half way through the eighth month she was only now into maternity clothes."He's a kicker," he laughed one evening as Kenny put his head to her protruding belly and listened. "He's obviously going to be a place kicker for the Cleveland Browns." And what makes you think she isn't just practicing her ballet moves?" Jessica quipped in return, scooting closer to him on the couch. They. .. no pen cap. He felt around for something. Anything.His hands closed over the vibrator. It was the small one, the "ClassicChic Mini Power Wand". He felt it in his hand, the smooth hard-plasticsurface. It was off, of course."I'm alone..." Jordan thought to himself.It was dark and quiet in the apartment. Everything was silent. Angela wasasleep, three rooms away."No one will ever know, and it's not like it means anything..."Jordan ran his fingers over the smooth tip of the vibrator. An.