She’ll live. Your bastard is dead, though.” She licked her lips, cleaning the blood from them.“You ... you...” I looked back to the couch. Eri...a was coming back to her senses.“Oh God,” she cried, reaching down and finding blood everywhere. “Please call an ambulance!”Another couch ruined. At least it wasn’t mine this time.Spontaneous miscarriage, they had said. I knew the truth. Erica had been freaked right out by what had happened and asked us to leave while the paramedics were working on. So here I am,….in my room, on a Sunday afternoon, naked, with a completely engorged meat pole pointing straight up and might horny, yet…a tad retrospective.For those of you regular women readers ’round here, Howdy! I’m the new guy on the block that’s hell bent on bending you over and ramming you mercilessly in your mind-screen…..for now.Name’s Vikram, 5 foot 10 inches, lean build athletic frame, teetotaler, fitness addict and blessed with a massive meat pole and a might dirty and nasty mind.My. Everything was still sitting where they left it. She grabbed the box with the data stick in it and headed for the galley.The lock cycled automatically as she approached, which was something new, and had her grinning even wider than she already was. She stepped onto the bridge and saw Pete and Ross standing just inside. She grabbed Ross for a hug, thanking him as she did. She followed that with a hug for Pete. The hug was longer and the thank you was softer. Pete smiled down at her when she. What I saw amazed me. Through those glasses she was beautiful, not just cute but stunningly beautiful. Her hair was a shiny platinum blonde; her skin was clear and glowed with health. Her teeth were straight and dazzlingly white. Her posture was perfect, showing off her full figure. She should have been a model or at least a cheerleader in school.When I lifted the glasses, Mabel was her usual homely self. The girl I saw through these 3-D lenses was the same girl, but with all the physical.