She didn’t turn any lights on, but took my hand and led me through the lobby to the treatment area, closing the heavy door behind us. I heard her fu...bling on the wall and then the click of a switch. I stared at her, awestruck. She was naked except for a heavy gold chain round her neck. Two finer chains ran down from it to her breasts, passing through slender golden hoops that had been inserted into her tiny nipples. The chains continued down and rejoined over her crotch, leading down to her. As long as the name doesn’t jinx us, I can live with it. How are you feeling about all of this, Mom?” I asked my mother, Esther Abramowitz, who still seemed a bit shocked to actually be going on a honeymoon cruise.“A bit pleasantly surprised. When I married your father, he didn’t want to do this, because he’d already been on enough ships for work. Plus, he didn’t like to spend that kind of money on things that weren’t booze, booze, and more booze. You know that. When I married Lena, she took me. Best to just goalong with it for now, she decided. She moved to the rhythm and soonfound herself back into the groove she had discovered at Lana's flat.Lana smiled at her and Wynne couldn't help smile back. Her worries couldwait for a moment. Dancing as a girl was just great. She didn't havequite the space as she'd had in the flat to twirl and whoop, as peopleseemed to be coming closer and closer to the two of them, but there wassomething else even more exciting.Those people coming closer were. âIt means you need to stop having sex until both these c***dren are safely born.âShe gasped, crushed. âBut whyââBecause,â said the nurse, looking at her with concern, âIf youâre continuing to ovulate, you could end up with a half dozen babies in there before the first oneâs even born. Donât you remember the Octomom?âDarla did indeed remember, and had masturbated to images of that incredibly huge belly over and over on the rare nights that she couldnât find a John. The thought that she could get.