”I sat there watching Melissa cut my steak. “I feel like a baby.”She smiled. “Just wait until I’m pregnant and you’re fetching me Nutella ...hakes and pizzas for my cravings.”“I can’t wait for the belly,” Lavi added.“Now you’re just trying to distract me.” I did like the image of both of them pregnant. I hurt too much to be horny but some part of my brain still wanted me to think about it.“Nope,” said Melissa. “Just pointing out that we all take care of each other. That’s how it works. Lavi,”. Kacey’s sister is pole dance instructor. She’s not a stripper, but a dance instructor. When I was in college, a stripper pole was something slutty girls spun around while taking off their clothes and simulating sex in smokey strip clubs while hormy men stuffed dollar bills in their garters. These days, there’s this whole new fad where middle-class white moms book dance parties with their pretty friends and hire instructors (like my friend, Kacey’s, sister) to come teach them how to “pole. We were in perfect rhythm with each other.“Get on your back, I want to kiss you, while we make love.”I got off of him and went on my back. John then slid his cock into my dripping, wet pussy and we shared hungry kisses with each other. Our tongues were dancing in each other’s mouths. Our bodies were entwined as he thrust up inside of my pussy. My pussy was very wet and making all kinds of squelching noises as we made love together. My legs were at his side, as his thrusts were deeper and faster. . be." I began sobbing uncontrollably."God what a failure... failed as a man... failed as a woman. Damn, I even failedto kill myself," whatever the doctor had given me could not control the emotionsI felt. I sobbed hysterically, unable to stop the tears.Linda just held on, like she was clinging for dear life. Someone else took myother hand. These hands were rougher, and I feared it was Hal. Instead, I heardmy mother whisper in my ear, "I know you don't believe it right now, but thereare many.