It waslonely, and it was tough, but it was better than this. I want to goback. Back to my cave, back to my bow-fishing, back to collecting andbottli...g rainwater, back to spending my days in a bikini.But the counselor says it's unhealthy to think that way, that I need tomove on. She says that writing my thoughts in the journal will help mewith this, but I can't... I can't even begin to process what happened.The counselor, a young Russian lady who calls herself Miss Anna, ispretty much living. And still the sounds came so gentle that he almost missed them. A soft clunk almost of wood against flesh and thena swish of cloth over cloth or maybe cloth through dew-soaked grass, and thenshe appeared. Edern was reminded for all time that of a sudden she was justthere, much like the deer that appears in the meadow. The mist was still too great for him to see her clearly, but he could tellthat she carried two wooden pails banging gently against her legs. He couldn'tsee her face, but she was. Norris. Washing my hands." Hermana was on the other side of the shower curtain. I wondered if my body was visible. The curtain was frosted, and there was no light in the ceiling above the tub, so I figured I was safe. Until Hermana pulled back the curtain. The jig was up, and so was my cock."Oh, Mr. Norris. It's so beautiful!" Hermana dropped to her knees and grabbed my erection, rubbing it on her face."Please, no. You can't do this!" I put my hands on her shoulders in a losing cause to get her. It felt nice. Withoutthinking he started a little bounce and cooed a little song of hisown to the child. "What a good boy you are. Yes you are." Uh Oh," MK giggled. "Someone's got mommy eyes." She came behind Johnand put her hands on his shoulders. "Don't start thinking about beinga mommy, too soon, Bebe, but, you know what? You and Blaine wouldsure make beautiful babies."That brought a little pang of sadness to him. Right now, as he heldthis child, more than anything, he wanted to be a mom. A.