It looks like there are not very many entries in it. How many times has he come, slut?" Kate looked in the diary, and said, "Eight." I see. Now, let's...open slut's diary. Wow! There are a couple of pages worth here. Let's see. I'm glad you numbered them for me, slut. Slave, how many entries are there? How many loads has your sweet wife taken?" I looked, and said, "Eighty Nine." Master said, "Eighty nine, and only eight from you? Well, including the times you jacked off so she could get fucked up. .. Anyway, I've had some ideas that I spoke with Amanda, Fred, andHolly Nickerson about..."I looked up at the candle burning just above the level of my face andinto her eyes. "Do you have something...?" Well... you know that 'Premature Birth' fad that's going on back inSelegnasol?"I made a face. "Yeah, it's bullshit making poor Littles live inside oftheir 'mommies' for nine-months and then be reborn!"I was not a fan of the process, and the few survivors who could stilltalk afterwards all seemed. So if it came to it, I was definitely not going to say No!, and it was with that prickly feeling of anticipation, against all reason, that I hit the downstairs bell. The door opener buzzed to let me in. And of course, things turned out to be different from anything I had expected and evolved into something much more complicated than I could have possibly imagined. Susan’s place was not ostentatious, rather quietly well appointed – much what I would have expected — and she welcomed me quite. I said, “Yeah let’s do it!” “I’ll drive but we’ve gotta stay overnight, because I’m not gonna drive while I’m wasted.” We bought the tickets and then booked a night at a bargain price motel in the city. After the concert, we were stoned and drunk, but made our way back to the motel.We had some cold beer, some left over pizza and some more weed and with a couple of nice soft beds we were ready to crash. As we ate and drank and smoked we also talked and talked and talked. Somewhere along the.