I thought long and hard without really getting anywhere. Eventually I heard the key in the door and Wendy appeared, laden with provisions for whatever...lavish meal she had in mind for tonight. Finding me already home, she of course (for so quickly had I come to take these things for granted) leapt on me instantly. Fortunately I had had time to recover from my exertions with Connie and was well able to measure up. At first I found it disturbing that I was fucking my loving and blissfully unaware. And a brilliant fuck, she couldn't deny it. Behind that stoic veneer was a very driven and determined young stud when given the proper motivation. Carie was a decent incentive if she did say so herself. “You are totally hopeless, Carie,” she mused. Once in her apartment, she scampered to her bedroom and changed into her black and pink, short kimono robe. She found the makeshift ticket for Vasily's Lounge where she had left it a week ago after receiving it, on her nightstand beside a used up. "I really appreciate it."Mike had Mark back on the line in a minute. "Let's do it," he said."All right," Mark said. "Don't hook the dogs up, yet. When you get yourself ready to go, come up and help me get the dog box in the truck. Then, we can pick your stuff up on the way out."It took a while. Mike had kept his winter camping gear pretty well together, but it took time to gather it up, get dressed, and carry it out to the sled in the barn. He gathered harnesses, lines, and all the other. "You could call a hospital. They could probably use your milk." She smiled and snapped her fingers. "Good idea." The next barrage of phone calls lasted until midnight.Basically they went as follows: Hospital one had no maternity ward.Hospital two accepted donations, but only during the day shift, and only from women who had been checked out by their lab. She stressed that this was an emergency, so they connected her to the emergency room clerk. The clerk told her that pumping was not considered.