My bulge was a little higher. Another two months would be a different story, however. I was beginning to feel sexy with my pregnant body. The dress di...n't look silly. It looked hot. My nipples began to push against the stretchy fabric showing my arousal. I caught myself thinking about what those mechanics would think of me rather than what my husband would think.I looked at the clock and it was six o'clock. I noticed that I was getting hungry. Was it hunger or was I looking for a reason to go. "Shall we?" he asked, motioning toward the studio."Yes, of course," she answered, following."Ooooh" she remarked as they entered the studio now bathed only in the light of a half dozen candles."Candlelight is my favorite illumination," he remarked, "the interplay of shadow and flickering light creates an aura of mystery. It also enables me to concentrate on the elements of the composition I wish to emphasize. Please recline on the couch. Tonight I want to focus on your body."Feeling a bit of. “Sure.”Her apartment was neat and tidy. She grabbed us a couple of Ultras and we stood in her small kitchen chatting. She was 24, and a med student at the local college. I was twice her age, which made our impromptu friendship seem all that much rarer.After a little chit-chat, she dove right in to what I surmised was her objective all along.“Can I ask you a personal question?” Shan started. I nodded, taking a sip of my beer. “Do you think I’m attractive? Sexy, even?”“Certainly,” I replied.. The warm afternoon seems eternal, and he wishes the sun would slip down further, bringing the welcome cool of evening, and a time to rest his aching muscles. She is there suddenly, crouching beside a bush on the bank, with dark eyes locked onto his, and in that moment his world stops. Before he can process the meaning of this strange event, she turns and is gone, as quickly as she had appeared. He is not the sort to imagine strange things, nor is he the sort to waste time on analysis of that.