April was envious, as she had fought for years with crunches to get her 'baby fat' under control. April's eyes wandered upwards on the masseuse's body... looking for imperfections. She finally found one: a small mole on the masseuse's left cheek. But it looked more like a beauty mark.Then the masseuse pivoted like a dancer on her toes and April gasped audibly. The masseuse's breasts completed the perfection April was beholding. The masseuse looked over and said, "Did you say something, miss?". She got Saturdays, I got Sundays. And as such I found myself rolling out of bed just before eight o'clock, which even then was almost late for me. The alarm wouldn't go off for another hour yet, though Janet no doubt would hit the snooze on it at least three times before finally getting up. Once again throwing on my bathrobe, I tiptoed quietly into the bathroom to pee. Though I now stood there looking down at a morning woody, that was far more woody, than morning. Already the thoughts and. It took almost the entire first trimester of Ginny's pregnancy before I was ready to turn them loose.Yes, Ginny and I were fully invested in the modern childbirth process. We attended classes, we joined groups, we had regular checkups, and 'daddy' was there every step of the way. It was essential for us both, her as a licensed doctor, and me as the undercover wielder of 'alien' mental gifts, to maintain as much normalcy as possible in our public lives.My first candidate for an inspiration bomb. I climbed off the bed and pulled on the briefs. Steve pulled on the shorts "I knew there was a crack in that old cot," she laughed, "and Steve's just too big a guy not to break it." The shorts were too small on him, worn thin, but at least we could all pretend we were decent. While she was out of the room he said," Jeez, man, I didn't mean to break up your party." "Don't worry about it," I grinned, "it'll just be hotter when we get back to it" Pretty soon we were sitting in the living room.