Her pic was a tasteful nude with nothing but a stuffed panda bear between her legs. The panda covered her breasts, but only barely because they were h...ge as fuck. She had short, shoulder-length hair that was thin and soft. Her plump lips screamed with a desire that pulled my soul towards her earnestly.I didn’t need to spare another moment of thought. I clicked on her profile frantically devouring all the preview pictures.The pictures weren’t enough for me anymore. Her bio was simple and to the. She wore a black evening dress that was tailored to show her cleavage to best advantage. The low cut back of her gown showed a broad expanse of perfect skin. Her hair was up highlighting her neck and face. Her high heels were the perfect height for accentuating her shapely calves. A simple emerald necklace completed the outfit.Absolute silence reigned when she walked into the restaurant. Every head, male and female, watched her walk through the room to the private dining area the Chef had set. " "Oh, you'll be here at least that long," Betty answered with asly smile, as if sharing a private joke with someone who wasn't there,perhaps his other cousin, Cousin Shirl. She zoomed off and he proceededup the long front walk with a look that was sulky, petulant, and sour.As he reached the front door he had to stretch upward to grasp the heavyiron door knocker. Jimmy was short. He was so short that other shortpeople looked down on him. And he had a baby face. And longish blondhair. And. Nothing could compare to thefeeling that comes from the knowledge that the child my body helped growthe past nine months was now taking nourishment from my body. Itconnected me to my femininity, my womanhood and my new motherhood in away that was indescribable. Any lingering doubts about the path my lifehad taken were completely vanquished. Completely gone forever wasDoctor Cabot, the surgical resident. All that remained was VictoriaHughes, contented housewife and mother.We were released.