) Stuffed Belly A Belly Tale By Paul Gazer I found Penny sprawled on her kitchen floor in a ring of dead beer bottles and donut boxes, cradling her st...aining belly and groaning like a cow overdue to be milked. She was dressed, more or less, in mens pajamas, but slopped beer had pasted the shirt to her undulant breasts and the elastic waist had slipped down the steep lower slope of her bulging gut, exposing her round, deep navel. The effect would have been stimulating if it werent for her. "I want to try something different. Something I found online." I went tothe dresser top and pulled out a tiny needle with thick translucentliquid, all the while my husbands wide brown eyes never left me."Now the directions say to only use a little bit for a good time, butwhat if I want to have a great time?" talking more to myself then to him."Come on this isn't funny, get me out of here," he pleaded as he pulledharder and harder on the restraints."Alright," I sighed, "I'll make this. “Wow, that’s shitty. He’s a real shit. And he doesn’t even know he’s hurting you?”Beth drew back, looking daggers at me “You really can be an insensitive jerk at times, you know that?”I was hurt, defensive. The alcohol was inhibiting me thinking straight, inhibiting me saying the right thing. I was stung. “Jesssh, just try to help.” I said coldly. I paused, scared at the anger in my voice. I calmed slightly. “You could just tell him, you know”. I was exasperated and wanted the conversation to. "Paul did love it. The beach and the waves were small compared to the Atlantic, but it was still pure white sand and clear blue water. They had stopped at a colored barbeque to buy pork sandwiches, potato chips, and sweet ice tea. Mandy held the bag with their dinner in it the last 10 miles of the trip. The rest of the time she had sat on the beach towel and wrapped her arms around Paul.They ate in the cool of the late afternoon and talked about chemistry. Jacob Bronowski said that, "Great.