Later that week he came by my house to see how everything was going.“Hey Cousin, how are things?” he asked plopping down on my bed.“I don't like...high school.” I sighed.He sat up on his elbows, “Is someone messing with you?”“No.” I said meekly.“Do you want to tell me about it?” He asked raising and eyebrow. “Not really” I trailed.“Come here,” he said as he beckoned me towards my bed.We had shared this bed for as long I could remember, especially when I was scared or upset, he would crawl into. I heard roger asking me whether he should undress her and put herin the bed. In my stupor I just told him to go ahead, not preparedmyself to move from the doorway that held me up. I watched almostdetached from my body as Roger began to undress my wife. I watchedhim undo her jeans and peel them down her legs exposing my wifeskimpy pink panties to his appreciative gaze. Then he gently pulledher blouse over her head until my wife lay atop the bed in only hermatching pink bra and panties. I. I'd found the whole scene very satisfying anyway. My mug of untouched cold instant coffee still stood on the window-seat next to me. I looked at it in amazement, wondering why I even bothered making those coffees in the morning. I rarely enjoyed them and never drank the whole thing anyway. It was just a habit, I guess. After a few short minutes, the cafe's owner appeared again from the cafe’s door, just to let her lover out. I leaned to get a better look at who it was and I almost knocked out. "She's really juiced for it."Rachel stood sideways to Noah and ran her hands along her abdomen. "I'm not huge -- I'm frickin' huge. I can't believe how big my belly is." You have, what? Nine weeks to go?" God, I don't want to think about how large I'll be by then. Now I know why pregnancy lasts nine months. After nine months of this, a woman will endure ANYTHING to be done with it."She slid between the sheets and lay, facing Noah. Rachel stroked his cheek. "I'm happy, Noah. Feeling integrated.