She always looks so professional, she wears great form fitting skirts and dresses that don’t leave much to the imagination. The only reason I really...go to work is to hopefully get a glimpse of her. One day last week I went into work and it was the usual boring day. When lunch time started to get nearer I began looking at the door knowing it was a distinct possibility that she would walk in. My prayers were answered five minutes later, because she walked in in this gorgeous black skirt, white. Things got serious quickly, and we lost our virginity together a couple of months after we started going out.This is the story of an evening we had together some months into our relationship. On a typical Saturday we would go to the George Adams Bar in the basement of the Hilton Hotel for Happy Hour between 5pm and six then walk up George Street to The Fortune Of War, a pub in The Rocks claiming to be Sydney’s oldest, when the alcohol got expensive at the George Adams. After getting something. I still didn't answer though."Well?"I sipped coffee, making an "Mmm-hmm" affirmation into the cup that I hoped sounded non-committal.Belinda looked at me thoughtfully for a few moments."Will you let me do something for you?" she asked in her serious voice."You're not going to break him in for me. Not even if you beg," I said in the best deadpan I could muster."I'm being serious," she said, still quite seriously, and two such statements in a row is close to a record for Belinda. "How many women. “You know how depressed Karen’s been over not being able to have kids with Dave, especially since he’s the last male of his bloodline, right,” she started.“You want to talk about this now?” I asked. I was more than a little puzzled.Karen is Traci’s younger sister, three years younger, to be exact. She has been told that unless it’s a miracle, she’s not having children. Her husband, Dave, a guy I don’t like much, has some royal Hungarian blood and thinks he should have some male to continue on.