A lot.We had even seen each other naked on more than one occasion. Most recently, on my birthday which had just passed, we had both snuck a little alc...hol while the adults weren’t looking. Being the lightweights that we were, we got a buzz on rather quickly. Then our innocent little birthday kiss evolved into a hot make out session. Hands started exploring each other, clothes were loosened and somehow, we found ourselves naked, skinny dipping in her pool. Of course, because we were in the pool. She suffered no mourning sickness which was unknown among Grok mothers-to-be, but her back hurt constantly and her breasts were swollen and lactating by the third week. The physician smiled and told her she would need all the milk her body could make, for Grok babies were notoriously hungry.As the weeks progressed however, Vishi came to accept her discomfort and body size. Although she rarely left the palace grounds, she went for long walks every day and watched her diet carefully, doing. She sat with her knees together and feet a bit apart with her toes pointing at each other, carefully listening to the speaker-I assumed so, anyway; it was impossible to tell for sure, since her eyes were hidden by the reflection in her lenses. I imagined that if I could see them, they would have been big and attentive, which in my mind matched her shoulder-length dark hair and fair skin, colored by an inexplicable blush. I watched her absent-mindedly rub the hem of her skirt, remove. “You need to take better care of yourself Susan,” I say, adding, “Get in the loo and wash up. You look ugly.” I shove her toward the loo. She stumbles in looking confused. Her tummy rumbles loudly reminding me it is breakfast time.I ring the front desk and tell the hotel man to send me breakfast. He says, “Two breakfasts?”I say, “What? You want me get fat? I only need one breakfast.”He replies, “What about the girl?”I reply, “Her? She not need more food. She ate sausages all night!” I hang.