The commute was killing her and she was ready to spread her wings again and get out of her parents home. She had just left a long over due relationshi... with a man who gave her little to no attention what so ever. She couldnt help but wonder what it was like to be really touched and caressed like how a woman should really be. She just wanted someone to want her as much as she wanted them. She began to wonder if anyone would truly ever give her what she desired. It was a cool and crisp spring. She got outof hers and entered the club in through the back. At least the door wasunlocked. There was no sound, and the monstrously large place seem to beempty. It was still too early for the cleaning crew to get ready for thenight. She wondered if she had the time right and checked her watch. No,this was the time Pavel told her just as she was leaving from work thatnight.The realization hit her head with burning sting. "Shit! Pavel!" No 'shit'. Just Pavel," the Eastern European voice. She just delighted in the miracle of actually being knocked up and she was looking forward to giving birth and having her baby to love and care for. Sam liked to call her "my knocked up hottie" and Tracy enjoyed seeing her pregnant profile in the full-length bedroom mirror every day when she was getting dressed. Sam was away on a trip for the entire weekend so Tracy began to think about what she'd do with herself. One thing she'd discovered about being pregnant was that she was always horny for. I started to talk about Carl, about what hed said, but then I spilled the beans about what my mom had said, too, about how I could be in charge of myself if I starting acting like I could handle it. Come on, Jim, she said, you can, I can tell. I had my doubts, but I didnt argue with her, of course. Instead, I said, Well, Im trying. You did the dishes, and you read to Carl Jr and Teddy. I like reading to them. It reminded me of when my father used to read to me. She looked sad, He used to read.