Feeling our embrace fills my body with a burst of energy that invigorates me to hold you tighter and longer. We break long enough so that I can offer ...ou a bouquet that I’ve brought for you. With flowers in hand, and my hand in yours, we walk along the grassy hillside and enjoy the majesty of the dawn of a new day.We gather your things and I take us to a nice boutique hotel within the city. As we check in, I leave you to go to the room and freshen up. Giving you time to have a nice relaxing. ”“That’s not fair, Jack.”“I know, dear. I’m sorry, Janice.”“It’s okay. If he’s the right guy, then he won’t be attracted back.”“Seriously, should there be a minimum age? Georgia had an age of consent before the Day but I don’t know what it was. Should we have one and, if so, what should it be?”That discussion continued while we ate supper and even cleaned the dishes. We went in for the net without a resolution. The net went off without a hitch. Jimmy and his family would leave in the morning. I looked around and Tricia, Lilo and Stitch were all working their way through the lunch line. Progress had slowed while Roger had provided the floor show, but things were starting to pick up now.“And what brings you to my table today?” I asked Roberta, knowing that she had an agenda that she wanted to push.She gave me a skittish look and bit her lip. “I ... I did what you suggested,” she said finally.“You made a list of everything that’s happened?” I clarified, slightly curious about how that. She envied the self-satisfied expressions on the faces of the other mothers to be. There was just nothing for Wendy to feel smug about. Not for her, a husband or supportive partner. It was going to be left to her, and only her, to take care of her unwanted, but hopefully not to be unloved, future son or daughter. Wendy burst into tears, unstoppable and unpremeditated, while waddling down the corridor, the weight of seven months or more of gravidity weighing on her as perhaps it had never done.