“She is a friend of mine,” the waitress conceded with a smile when she saw him glance at the serviette. “She might be able to help with your nee...s.”His face ferruled in confusion, “I don’t…”“Perhaps you might want to give her a call.” Vickie coaxed smiling. “She is a priestess of massage, John.” Then she gathered up the wad of money, turned, and walked away. “Thanks, Vickie, I think,” he mumbled as he watched her perfect ass disappear behind the bar. He rose from his his chair, waved and with. She was about to bring him into the woman’s toilets but then saw the queue and thought ‘fuck it’ and they both went into the men’s. As she walked in, every guy looked at her, knowing what she was about to do. She loved it. Opening one of the cubicle doors she dragged the guy towards her and starting kissing him passionately, almost aggressively.‘Wow, you are a feisty one, aren’t you?’‘Just get your cock out’ she said impatiently, dropping onto her knees. She almost tore at the guy, releasing. “See you tomorrow,” she said with her smile, and left the car, shutting the door firmly but quietly. She walked away, and watching her bottom sway I wished the path to the door were longer, then she turned and waved when she reached the house door before entering.I drove home feeling happy.When she did not arrive on Sunday morning, I wondered if I should have picked her up, but remembered that she said she’d help Jill with cleaning. She arrived mid-afternoon and between us we began the process. “Are you sure you want to do this, honey? We can always go through the adoption route. Who knows, maybe the doctor is wrong?”“Sweetie, I’ll always love you, but I am a woman and I need a child. The doctor clearly said that your sperm doesn’t match my egg [ok so this is not a biological reality – but this is a story], so this is the only way without waiting years for the adoption process. Also, think of what you could be doing for all the other women facing the same thing. Give a little honey,.