”“Oh, sorry, my love. With all these women you have, it did not occur to me that you would ever say no to starting another baby; not that it was f...asible anyway.”“You have started, Maranga; did you notice? You called me ëmy love’: the pheromones are doing their job, just as I promised.”“So? I have no objections. You are worth being loved, my man. Now, get yourself prepared top go back to your other tribe.”John reluctantly left Maranga’s side, and got dressed for the journey. He checked that. There could be nogoing back on parturition now. The puppies were too far gone.Cautiously I prepared the ground over the last weeks of pregnancy. Oneafternoon, when things were really quiet, I invited Jack into myapartment. He knew immediately that it was something important becausemy apartment was sacrosanct. Nobody but nobody was ever invited into my inner sanctum. It was mysecret secure place, the only place I could feel really safe. It was ahangover from my childhood abuse in care. As Jack. “It was strange,” I admitted. “I’d never have thought that prancing around naked in front of my uncle would make me feel so... “ I didn’t actually have a word for how it made me feel.“I know!” she said in an excited whisper. “I never thought about doing that in front of my dad, but it was fun“ She wiggled in the bed. “I’ve been horny all afternoon.”“Really?” I asked.“Oh yes!” she whispered. “I feel like I want to touch myself.”I knew that girls diddled themselves just like boys did, but had. "Do you want some wine honey? Or how about a soda?" Wine would be nice" Judy said looking around. Whatshe saw is a neatly kept place with everything in itsplace."I received a nice bottle of champagne as a gift from afriend, I was waiting for a special occasion to openit. Can't think of better occasion than this" Sandrasmiled sweetly as she slid in beside Judy with two fullglasses. The comfy sofa sank in with Sandra's weight.They drank quietly gazing at one another, bodieslonging for embrace..