With her face all fucked up, tears in her eyes, even her nose was running. I was ecstatic to see her for the imperfect mess she was. This was life. Th...s was real. This was good.The next contraction came. I had been bracing for it. She did squeeze harder but it wasn’t that break every bone in the hand gag I had--Seriously? I don’t know why my train of thought was reatreating over and over again to shit comedy. I smiled down to her. Rena’s here. She’s doing this for us, for her, for me, for the. I never heard “The Eyes of Texas” played so many times ! In fact, the only football game I ever attended where the fight song was played more times, was several years later at “Rocky Top”, where the Tennessee Volunteers played it 27 times in just one game. Damm--'come to Rocky Top, and party with 103,000 of your closest friends' !It was certainly that.(No reports of earthquakes this time :)But anyway—if you recall also, back in chapter one, I had said that I wasn't sure if I was going to pull. But I miss you, and I don't want to fight anymore. Not you, anyway. Maybe we should talk. Really, we hardly know each other." She had giggled in an embarrassed way, and added "Well, in some ways."He had made it easy. "I missed you too. I am unable to think clearly about anything but you. Please, dinner? Tomorrow night? Chez George?" On a Saturday night?" Um, they know me there. We'll get a nice table."Debbie had laughed when she told her. "A date, Mom? After three years? I thought you took. She looked again at the woman and caught her eye. Zoe gave her a nervous smile and the woman noticeably rubbed her stockinged legs together and smiled back at her. Why hadn’t she noticed it when she first sat down? Zoe now realised that a heavy aroma of sex filled the air of the small waiting room. She swallowed and could almost taste the juices now lubricating the cunts of the women around her. Suddenly the door opened and a young nurse with brightly dyed red hair popped her head around the.