His flat was small - two bedrooms, but the second one was only slightlylarger than a closet - his desk and computer were in there for now. Hismain be...room was a good size though. He had many space saving pieces offurniture too - in the second bedroom it had a bed-settee that convertedas he needed if people were going to stay over. His cupboard unit had twofull sized mirrors on both doors, and his bed had 4 huge drawersunderneath it. That sort of thing.The neighbours seemed friendly enough. "You will note, dear reader, that I had thought through my card display with some care. I made sure that my rhyming couplets were saucy but not indecent, and that my attitude towards John Hodgetts was respectful and submissive. The cards certainly had the required effect. John seemed particularly stimulated by Card 06; indeed, although he did his very best to hide it from me, I could see from his eyes, as he gazed, transfixed into my face, and from the involuntary jerking of his loins, that. "I'm not sick." You must be sick. You throw up all the time." Only in the morning. I think I'm pregnant."My jaw dropped and I looked at her bronze belly. Our clothes were getting raggedy so we didn't wear them all the time."How do you know?" I asked."I don't. I mean, I'm not sure. But I've been throwing up every morning and it's been a while since I had a period." Oh." I said it softly, sort of to myself."I thought you'd be happy. Isn't it what you wanted?" I guess." What the hell does that. I feel you pull at my leg, wanting to part them and once again the primal scene rips to the forefront of my consciousness.The movie is long lost on both of us as we play out our own unwritten script. You feel my left hand, my left arm, crossed under your right, release its hold on the fabric of your skirt. Gently, slowly tenderly you register my hand sliding down your thigh to your naked skin, just below the hemline of your already bunched up skirt. Our foreheads touch; I feel your bangs.