I introduced myself and Carol as my wife. Their names were Tony, Rick, Dave and Tom. They all worked for a local consulting firm and Tom had just be...n promoted to sention project manager. Tom said, "You're a lucky bastid," in a typical Boston accent. We chatted for a while. I told them about my business and that Carol, my wife, often comes along for some fun. All the while Carol was crossing and uncrossing her legs, giving a glimpse at her shaved mound. I offered to buy the table a round. Read them, Chrissy. This is a stressful time in your life and it can affect your health ... and the health of the baby. Your job for the next seven months is to take care of yourself and your baby.” He looked her straight in the eye.“I will,” she said, seeming to relax.It was very quiet on her side of the car as we drove home. Actually, it was pretty quiet on my side too. It was beginning to sink in. I was going to be a grandfather. At thirty-six I was going to be a grandfather. It didn’t make. My stomach felt odd. It was probably nerves. Everything I had done up to this point had been in the company of someone else. Usually someone who could save my bacon or give me a good excuse to forge ahead. Now, I didn’t have that.I thought about Jordan. She was still in that heightened state of lust. Usually when I took her there, anything I did would send her over the edge, but something was holding her back, keeping her right there, staring out into the depths of carnal bliss and not allowing. A quick farewell from Neil as he almost ran out the door and he was gone. Cath waited. We heard the garage door open and close. We heard the car's boot slam shut and we heard the car reverse out and drive off. Neither of us said anything. Cath stood up and looked out of the window. He was gone. She pulled the curtains shut once more. I took a long sip of my drink as Cath advanced towards me. She knelt on the sofa, straddling my legs. As she reached down and undid my belt and trousers once more.