That is a story for another day.I had a phone call later on the Wednesday telling me our baby boy had been born and mum and baby were doing fine but n...t to rush in as it had been a difficult delivery and they had given my wife something to help her sleep. I was cock a hoop and regardless what the midwives had said went straight from work to see my wife and c***d. Colleen met me there we were both over the moon. The little lad was 7lb 4ozs. My wife was laying there half with it and started. I took off my shirt and then realized that the hookwas in the back. How was I going to get this thing off? I tried toreach around and get to the hooks. I couldn't do it. After strugglingwith it for a few minutes, I finally gave up and just pulled it off overmy head. As I turned to lay the bra on my dresser I noticed my wife hadbeen watching me again, still smiling. "I'll have to show you how a girlis supposed to do that," she said with another big grin.She didn't say anything else about. I felt the tug ofbaby reins as she controlled the pace of my walk, I felt so humiliatedbeing led on reins like this.We walked down the carpeted corridor, turned and before us were twodoors with small windows in them. I could hear the sound of youngchildren as Joanna opened the swing door, my legs turned to jelly.There were three tables in the room, two of them were very low, and satround these on small chairs were twelve little boys and girls, agedfrom three to six years old, white smocks over. “I, er, was trying to sing,” she said.Daffy arched her eyebrows. “Really, dear? It didn’t sound like you were singing – more of a groan, or something like.”Becky moued. “Sorry. It’s why they won’t let me join the school choir. Can’t hit the right notes.”“Oh, I understand. Sara once or twice sounded like that.”Sara blushed. “No, I didn’t! When did I sound like that?”Daffy gave her a long look before replying. “It was nearly six months ago, when uncle Steve was spending a few days with us. You.
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