I stood at the bottom of the stairs and shouted.“Cal, Aunt Mary, are you in?”“Up here,” I heard Cal’s voice in reply.I climbed the stairs an... stopped by Cal’s bedroom door.“Come on in,” I heard her voice.I walked in and stopped dead. Cal was sitting on her bed, with a towel wrapped round her torso, and as far as I could tell, nothing else.“Oh, sorry,” I mumbled, even though it was a wondrous sight to behold, “I’ll wait outside.”I turned to go back out of the door.“David, where are you. . Eric Clay? ... photographer?” He looked cautiously either way out from the door, checking no-one else was with her; she looked so officious, and he was a little suspicious at first, that she was from some authority, his seedy reputation often brought to the attentions of the law, by the more staid members of society ... he’d soon find he was dealing with an authority he’d bow down to, without question.“Err ... yes ... that’s me ... how, how can I help?” She looked past his shoulder and took. "It's time for your inspection slut."Even though i knew this moment would come i'm still nervous.So there i am stark naked, feeling very nervous and vulnerable.i start thinking, "What if he sees something he doesn't like? What if i've got something in my teeth, What if...........?" Endless things are running through my mindAnd then it starts, he circles me a few times, feeling, pinching and smacking different parts of me as he sees fit. Even though i'm so vulnerable and nervous, i'm also. They were soft and puffy, salty from her tears. ‘Does this mean you’ll give it another try?’ She said nothing, only pulled him in closer to her. ‘Cyn, please tell me you’ll give us another chance.’ He heard a muffled response, but he couldn’t make it out. He backed away and looked down at her. ‘What?’ ‘I want a baby, David,’ she said, looking down. He lifted her chin again, and he saw that her eyes were scared. ‘I want to start a family.’ He was floored. They’d discussed this repeatedly, both.