"Absolutely", I said. "We want a baby, and you look to be made of 'good stock'. She's healthy. Just one thing: Denise doesn't know that we're going to...do this. Are you in?"He was looking at me intently, still a little incredulous, but I could see the want in his eyes. "Yes", he almost whispered.We had hashed out a plan by the time Denise came back from the washroom: I would get her into the "doggie-style" position so she wouldn't be able to see that Jeremy didn't have a condom on. God, I was. Pain... dizzy... falling... then it was gone.Holding my free hand, with care since it was attached to all the wires and tubes coming out of me, she just cried silently for a bit. I spoke softly to her, thinking of whatever I could that would calm her. I'm afraid I wasn't of much help. Suddenly I said something to her that caused her to jerk up and smile through her tears."There... you call me that all the time." Call you what?" Sweetie pie. You call me sweetie pie when I'm really upset. It's. They would be moving to Massachusetts over the upcoming summer; Eileen was still considering options of her own to pursue while Dave was busy with his post-doc work."Looks like we'll have to get used to traveling," Dad commented ruefully.I had to play the part, but inside, I was not all that concerned about the physical distance. Here was yet another instance where my pre-knowledge gave me a level of understanding well beyond that of the rest of the human race. I knew that in the coming years,. Although short in stature her body was perhaps her best feature with full breasts and hips which caught ones eyes the moment she entered a room. A small waist and curvaceous legs completed her attention getting figure.But Cindy had been shy and retiring as a youngster, always being kidded about being so short. As a result she had been asked out only a handful of times in school, they always ended in awkwardness and twice, boys wanting more than she was prepared to give. College had not been.