The middle of June: the third trimester. To most, the changes would be imperceptible. For me, it became a daily thrill. A change in the way she’d wa...k… a more pronounced “waddle” to offset her swelling belly. The way she’d bend to pick things up from the floor. The way her familiar clothes became tighter by the day. You have to understand: either the look of a pregnant woman does something for you or it doesn’t. For me: it does. Profoundly. And it was the same middle of June when Dana Point was. The proprietor's broken English had confused me, but he seemed earnest enough to be genuine. At least, that's what I told myself so I wouldn't feel ripped off.I figured even if it wasn't really a charm that'd give me better luck with women (and what were the chances of that?), it was a very pretty trinket - a worthwhile souvenir of my time in Africa, as well as a reminder to not let myself get hustled like that again. But there were those other things the guy had said...I checked my watch -. I kissed her again, as I ran my fingers over her face and down, cupping her breast, feeling the nipple harden underneath the bra. My fingers scooped her pert breast out. My thumb rolled over the globe, the firmness excited me further as I rolled a rapidly hardening nipple between my thumb and finger until she moaned.“Fuck,” I thought. She felt better than I could ever have imagined. The tiny light pink rounded nipples hardened under my touch.I reached down and unzipped her regulation school. ‘Yes, but I am not one of those tramps that will fuck you for a cold slice of pizza.’ ‘How about for a hot slice of pizza?’ She looked at me like I just slapped her, but then I laughed her and told her I was only kidding. Who was I to take advantage of someone down on their luck anyway. ‘Listen.’ I said. ‘We have some leftovers from tonight’s dinner rush that I can give you, and sometimes the managers forget to secure this gate, it sticks if you don’t pull on it hard enough it will not lock..