"Good", she said, "I can always do with the extra income, and please, call me Wendy. I like to be on first name terms with my 'ladies'"."Okay Wendy it...is", I said, "when would be convenient for you to come round to discuss details"?"Well how about now. I can be with you in twenty minutes"."That would be fine. See you then", I answered and hung up the phone. God, what was I doing. Did I really want Wendy to start cleaning for me. Did I want to be one of her 'special' ladies. What the hell, I. Only the names changed." ... my b-baby ... take the baby..." She was a sad one, which wasn't surprising given her youth. Pretty too, even with her red-rimmed eyes and puffy lips. She was brunette and pale, with soft brown eyes and small firm breasts above the impressive swell of her abdomen. She was 30 weeks to the day and now her life was almost over."Abortion is illegal." Her spiritual aide, a middle-aged nun in the crimson habit of the Order of St. Daphne, spoke to the girl gently. "They. Jaya liftedher hand and ran her fingers through my hairs."Yes, your hairs seem so silky, sorry I can't stop running my fingersthrough them" She stroked my hairs gently."I feel like giving them a nice girly hairstyle, maybe one day youshould let me play with your hair if you don't mind."I wanted to scream out and say yes and make her give me new hairstyleseveryday but all I could manage was a low pitched denial in a confusedsentence."Oh no, I am not supposed to keep them open infront of you... I. I concentrate on it, encouraging the rage inside me.With a shameless, thrilling tempo, I cry aloud as I ride the bear’s muzzle, rubbing my wetness into him. Fisting one round ear, I hump impossibly faster, enjoying the edge before I fall.I hear Zack’s voice in my ear.“Come for me, doll,” he begs, and though he’s somewhere other than by my side, I submit to him as I always have and always will.Finally, I have left this earth.Sublime substance pulsing through me, deeper than skin, I blossom out.