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On Further Examination
Homer Vargas
Vargas111@hooyahooya.com
MC, Mdom, Fdom, preg
Point of View: Third Person
Redistribution: No restriction except that the story
may not be changed/edited and the title, author's name
and email, and request for feedback must remain
intact.
Summary: A reporter and her boyfriend investigate The
Clinic of "The Examination."
First Posted 10/31/98
Last Edited 6/16/02

Although this story is self-contained, it contains
allusions to an earlier story, "The Examination."  I
like to think you will enjoy this one more if you have
read the first one.

On Further Examination

by Homer Vargas
vargas111@yahoo.com

Robert Ames was growing concerned.  Angelica had
disappeared behind the inner office door of the clinic
over an hour ago.  With perfect hindsight he realized
they could have left some notes back at the offices of
"Post" outlining the story they were following.

It had all seemed so unreal that night a few weeks
ago.  Angelica, his curvy Latina girlfriend, had just
finished making love to him, passionate and satisfying
as always, when she looked over at him with a strange
expression in dark eyes.

"Darling, if we were married, would you want me to
quit my job and stay home just to keep house and make
little brown babies for you?"

"Mi Amor!  How can you ask such a thing?  You know I
love you and want to marry you, but why would I want
you to give up your career at the 'Post?'  You're a
superb reporter; a rising star there; that would be so
stupid.  As for having kids, sure I'd like us to have
one or two later on, but not at the expense of your
career."

"That's a politically correct answer, Robert," she
grinned, "But are you sure?  Suppose, somehow, you
could turn me into a horny, submissive little slut who
wanted nothing more than to please you.  Wouldn't you
like that?  Having me as your baby-making fuck toy?"

"I'd rather have a woman."

"I think I believe you, darling," Angelica replied,
her eyes glowing with admiration that was almost love.
 "But not all men, maybe not many men, are like that. 
Do you remember Emma Parks?"

"Uh...I think so.  She's that school chum of yours? 
On the fast track at BBD&R.  Didn't we attend her
wedding a two or three years?  Yes, quite pretty." 
Angelica shot him a sobering glance  "Uh, .. yes.  Why
do you ask?  You haven't mentioned her for some time."

"I heard she left BBD&R soon after she got married,
but I had lost track of her.  Well, a couple of weeks
ago I ran into her at that big new hyper-mart at Fair
Oaks.  Remember when I got the box of paper for our
printer?"

Robert nodded.

"I hardly recognized her when I saw her in the ladies
room.  She was sitting beside a stroller with a
strapping toddler in it as she was nursing a little
one.  And she was pregnant!

"Wow!" Robert responded.  "She didn't look like the
housewife type to me, from what I remember."

"That's just it.  She wasn't!" Angelica agreed.   "She
had told me before she married she intended to
continue her career and wasn't sure she even wanted to
have children.  The Emma I met yesterday was a totally
different woman.  All she wanted to talk about was her
babies and her Frank.  She seemed more obsessed with
him than in love.  'Frank said this.'  'Frank did
that.'  'Frank likes her to do so and so.'  I think
she would have told me how wonderfully he fucks her
and how often he gets her off, if I hadn't stopped
her."

"Weird."

"I thought so, but she didn't.  She even mentioned
several of her friends that had undergone similar
changes in their lives.  Well, that's when my
reporter's instincts kicked in.  I didn't particularly
like what I saw in Emma, but if it were some kind of
perverse social trend underway, I thought it might be
worth a feature."

"So that's the mysterious project you have been
working on," Robert grinned at his clever girlfriend.

"Yes, and I think I need your help."

"Leads turn so cold you need help from the sports page
guy?"

"On the contrary.  I found plenty of material for an
ordinary feature, but I may have found something else,
too" she added a little mysteriously.

"Oh?" Robert replied, his curiosity peeked.

"When I interviewed the women, several mentioned the
same gynecologist, a Dr. James Bock.  I think there is
something wrong with this picture and with these
women.  It's like they were all "fixed" to be
submissive little Stepford Wives, regardless of their
previous personalities."

"Now hold on, Angelica.  Women do change their
priorities over time.  At some point many women decide
it's time to start a family," Robert objected.

"Robert!  These are women like me, in their
mid-twenties, a little early to be hearing the
"biological clock" tick.  And why would it strike for
all of them at the same hour?  Will you take me
seriously enough at least to check out this Bock
clinic while I continue interviewing the women?"

Skeptical at first, Robert himself was soon convinced
that indeed, something strange was going on at Dr.
James Bock's clinic.  For one thing, it had not always
been the clinic of James Bock.  Until about three
years ago, it had belonged to Dr. Janet McGuire, a
cracker-jack gynecologist of about 35 who had
developed a downtown practice catering to career
women.  Then a young James Bock, just out of medical
school, had shown up for a job interview.  He got the
job ... and got Dr. McGuire, too.  Within days the
former heartbreaker was wandering around her office
with dreamy, unfocused eyes.  After each
"consultation" with her younger partner, Janet emerged
looking even more flushed and dazed.  The women who
worked with Janet sniggered, guessing what went on
during those frequent "consultations."

No one was surprised, therefore, when a week or so
later Janet let it slip that she and Dr. Bock were
living together.  They were puzzled, however, when
Janet started coming in later and later each morning
until one day she happily announced she was pregnant. 
Seeing the way Janet mooned at James whenever she was
near him, no one needed to ask who had put the baby in
the pretty gynecologist.

The staff watched Janet's belly grow beneath maternity
dresses which seemed to get skimpier by the week and
her need for "consultations" with a very
self-satisfied Dr. Bock became more frequent.  Then
the bombshell.  Janet called everyone together to tell
them James had decided she should stay home to "take
care of herself until the baby arrived"  Consequently
she would withdraw from the practice indefinitely.

Stranger still, Robert learned that in the ensuing
months the four women working at the clinic also
became pregnant -- and the order was far from random! 
Megan, the youngest nurse had only barely started to
show when Suzy the bimbo receptionist went on
maternity leave.  Suzy was back just in time to cover
for Megan by the time she was almost too big to walk. 
Ruth scolded Alice, the office manager, for letting
her husband make her pregnant again "at your age."  By
the time Alice returned to work, however, she had to
bite her tongue not to ask Ruth who had put the head
nurse, a divorced mother of teens, back into maternity
dresses.

"The way you describe Janet and those women is just
like the women I'm interviewing," Angelica remarked
when Robert told her about his findings.  "The change
is sudden and total.  One day they are bright,
aggressive career girls, the next, docile homebodies
whose lives revolve around their men and their bulging
bellies.  All they talk about is their husbands or
boyfriends -- what he likes, how he wants her to
dress, what he thinks, how to please him, and how to
get him into bed more often, not that that seems to be
a problem.  To hear them talk, they all fuck like
bunnies.  And none of them use any kind of
contraception.  Every woman I talked to had one or two
children already and most were expecting another,"
Angelica finished, shaking her head.

That was the conversation which had led Robert here
with Angelica.  It had been her idea to make an
appointment with Dr. Bock to find out just what was
going on at this odd clinic.  She had assumed the name
of Angelica Carlisle and posed as a married woman who
was planning on starting a family and wanted to get a
check up.  She had returned from her visit yesterday
subdued and to Robert's surprise, did not want to make
love that night.  She hadn't said much about what
happened, just that the doctor wanted to see her today
with her "husband" the next day  So here he was.

As Robert watched the traffic in and out of the same
door that his Angelica had gone through, he had more
and more cause to worry.  Each woman when she entered
seemed cool, even bored with the chore.  But each one
emerged a half hour or so later flushed, glowing, and
rather out of it.

At last the door open and a tall black woman stepped
out.  "Mr. Carlisle?"  She held the door and waited
until Robert entered the dimly lit room.  Only as his
eyes adjusted could he take in the sight.  She was
magnificent!  She towered over him and only partly due
to the five inch heals she wore.  The smock came down
only inches below her crotch showing off those long
smooth chocolate legs that riveted Robert's eyes. 
Until ...  he noticed the abundant breasts displayed
more than concealed by the plunging neckline of this
parody of medical garb.

Stunned by the sexy nurse, Robert almost didn't hear
her close the door and say, "Please sit down make
yourself comfortable, Mr. Carlisle."  He did sit, but
he wasn't comfortable.  The low couch to which she
ushered him afforded him too clear a view up under her
smock as she sat down in the chair opposite him.  "Or
should I call you Mr. Ames?"

"But my name is ..."  he stammered, not able to think
too clearly.

"Robert Ames and your girlfriend is Angelica Lopez." 
the nurse said matter of factly.  "I am Amaka and I
think we need to talk."

"But ....  How did you ..."

"Angelica told Dr. Bock everything during her visit
yesterday.

"Impossible!" Robert barked with more conviction than
he felt.

"Pretty slick, the way you found out about us and
conned your girlfriend into coming here, by the way. 
We usually work only on referral.  I guess you would
like to see how we put her under?  She put up quite a
fight!"  Amaka grinned, not waiting for  an answer.

The smiling nurse touched the control of a video
screen that sprang to life.  "I first just try to put
them at ease," the nurse explained.  The image showed
Angelica in this same room, talking with Amaka.  They
laughed together, seeming to share a joke, probably at
the expense of men from the mischief in their eyes. 
Then as Amaka spoke she unobtrusively pulled a pendant
from a drawer and held it idly in her hand.  The two
women continued to talk, but, to his horror, Robert
saw Angelica's eyes become fastened on the pendant. 
Slowly her expression faded to blank as Amaka twirled
the shiny object.

Amaka turned on the audio so Robert could hear their
idle chatter as she watched Angelica seem to be
quietly nodding off.  Angelica's eyelids drooped and
her head bowed forward. Her arms grew limp at her
sides.  Pressing her advantage, the nurse brought the
twirling pendant closer to Angelica's face and began
to swing it back and forth before her eyes, softly
saying, "Isn't this the cutest thing?  Look how it
sparkles.  I find it so relaxing just to look at it.
So relaxing... It makes me want to lean back and
relax.  Just lean back for me, now. That's it. There's
no hurry... You don't have to be anywhere... We can
just relax and talk... Relax for me..."

"Your girlfriend was a pretty tough cookie," Amaka
broke in.  "By this point most other women are gone. 
I have to admit she surprised me.."  The video scene
jumped forward.

Abruptly, Angelica sat up straight, opened her eyes
wide, and grinned triumphantly. "Something like what I
expected, I guess," Angelica exclaimed.  "Though I am
surprised people can still be hypnotized by that old
'gaze into my pendant' routine.  I knew you must be
using some kind of mind control to brainwash your
little Stepford wives."

If Amaka was surprised, she didn't show it. 
"Actually, that was just the initial preparation, to
get you in a receptive frame of mind.  The real
brainwashing comes later and takes a lot longer. 
After all, we going to introduce some pretty drastic
changes in your personality."

"Thanks, sister, but I don't need to know the whole
process.  I've got plenty for a story that will send
you and this Dr. Bock, if he really is a doctor,
scurrying to another state if you don't go to prison."
Angelica jousted.

"Oh, but I insist you stay to experience the whole
thing, although you may change your mind about writing
a news report about us," Amaka smirked.

"Like hell!" said Angelica, her eyes flashing in
anger. "You think I'm an idiot?  I'm not going to sit
here like a good little girl and let you do your thing
on me!"

Angelica stood up, but the nurse, a good deal bigger
and stronger than she, caught her off-balance and
pushed her back down into a seated position, this time
with the black woman half lying on top of her. "Get
off me you witch!" Angelica yelled, struggling to get
away. "Dammit, get off!"

"Not yet, you sexy little thing."  Amaka rolled a
little to the right to capture one of the smaller
girl's arms.  Angelica kept yelling abuse while Amaka
was eerily silent and determined.  Presently, the
nurse succeeded in catching and immobilizing
Angelica's remaining free arm.  The nurse now had her
right arm behind Angelica's back. With her right hand
she gripped Angelica's right wrist, so that now both
the smaller girl's arms were immobilized while Amaka's
left hand was free. She used it to bring the pendant
before her struggling captive's wide, desperate eyes.

"OK," Amaka said soothingly. "You put up a really good
fight, but it must have really tired you out.  It's
time for you to be a good little girl and take a
little nap." She began to twirl the pendant. "Come on,
baby.  I knew you were only pretending to go under
before, but you were sinking, girl.  Now you are
starting to feel sleeeeepy again.  You were sooo close
before.  It will be sooo easy now to go to sleep for
me.  That's right, you're so drowsy, baby.  Come on,
relax for me.  Close those pretty eyes for Amaka. You
can't fight it, you know... You're going to sleep for
me... Sleep for me... Sleep for me..."

Robert's pride in his girlfriend turned to fear as he
watched Angelica begin to succumb to Amaka's hypnotic
words.  Then he saw her snap back.  "Bull SHIT!"
Angelica spat in a voice that was half angry defiance
and half desperate fear but seemed to lack conviction.
She screwed her eyes shut to block out the view of the
pendant and kept struggling to get free.

"Oh, don't be like that, baby." Amaka coaxed, but .
Angelica kept struggling furiously.  Amaka's hypnotic
suggestions kept getting interrupted in mid-command as
she had to shift position to maintain control of the
twisting, squirming smaller girl.  At one moment
Robert thought Angelica would succeed in getting
loose, but the nurse had the advantages of strength,
size, and being on top.  Angelica could not keep up
her desperate effort for long.  She was breathing hard
and seemed to be tiring. She could no longer squirm
constantly, but struggled and rested, struggled and
rested.

Angelica's furious movements had left her ass shifted
forward on the couch almost to the edge, her short
skirt rucked up and her legs slightly parted.  In a
fluid movement Amaka took advantage of this
vulnerability, rolling back to her left and pushing
her thigh between Angelica's legs to press down on the
smaller girl's mound. She began to rock rhythmically
against her.

Angelica's eyes snapped open in shock. "What are you
DOING?" she squealed.

"Distracting you, honey," said Amaka with a smile.
"I'm using arousal to break your concentration and
wear down your resistance and will power.  Haven't you
done the same a hundred times to your boyfriends? 
Mmm, I think I feel you responding to me already, you
hot little thing.  You want me, don't you? You want
Amaka to make you hot and make you sleepy. Come on and
go to sleep for me. Go under for me, and I'll make you
feel soooo good. Relax and enjoy it. Don't fight it.
Give in." Her voice became dreamy and seductive.
"Surrender to me, honey. You know you want to... Sleep
for me... You can't help yourself... You can't fight
the pendant  anymore... It makes you want me ... want
me to own you... Come on, baby, give up... Give in to
the sound of my voice and the feel of my body against
you... Let me make you feel good... Let me fuck you to
sleep... Sleep for me..."

Robert's pulse was racing as he witnessed his
girlfriend's seduction but took heart to see Angelica
change tactics.  Now she squeezed her eyes tightly
shut, as if trying not to let in even a glimpse of the
sparking jewel that was sapping her remaining will.

Amaka bumped her captive's nose with the pendant and
taunted her, "Oh, come on, honey. Be a good little
girl and take your medicine. Open those cute little
eyes one more time and take one last look at my pretty
pendant. One more look and it'll be all over. One more
look and you won't have to fight me any more Come on.
Just a little peek, a tiny peek at my pretty toy.  You
know you want to."

As she said this, Amaka gently put the pendant down on
the couch, as if it were no longer needed, but
continued to pretend holding the pendant  "Come on, my
sweet and open those pretty dark eyes and look at it,
so pretty, so pretty." Robert's heart fell again as he
saw Amaka's trick.  She was making Angelica want to
keep her eyes shut, and Angelica was falling for it.

And all the while on that screen Amaka kept rocking
her thigh against her victim's pubic mound, and
Angelica's hips now seemed to be keeping time with
her.  He knew how easily Angelica became excited from
direct stimulation of her sex.

The weakening girl now seemed to have hardly any fight
left in her. Her face held none of the anger it had so
plainly shown before, the remaining expression having
become a mixture of fear, frustration, and almost
pleading. But still she kept her eyes tight shut and
seemed determined not to surrender, to that fatal
imaginary pendant that now seemed to be hypnotizing
her only from its memory in her mind.

Amaka waved a hand toward the television. "Well, at
this point I really thought I had her, but she was
amazing.  I have to admit, your girlfriend is the
biggest challenge I've ever faced."

On the screen Angelica seemed to be tapping some inner
reserve of strength. A moment ago she looked at the
edge of surrender, but now she was fighting back
again, if not physically. She had stopped writhing
about, evidently having realized that it was pointless
and was only tiring her more quickly, but there was
renewed determination in her face. "Let me GO, you
bitch. It isn't going to work on me."

"Sure it's going to work on you," the Amaka on tape
said with chilling certainty. "It works on any woman,
my pet.  You're already responding to me. I can feel
your pussy's wetness on my thigh.  You're getting
completely turned on, and it's silly to deny it. You
know it, I know it. And of course I've already made
you close your eyes."

Angelica quickly jerked her eyes open. "Gotcha!" said
Amaka. "And guess what? I don't need a pendant to put
you under, honey. That's just a prop, a device to
distract the conscious mind and keep it focused on
something else while I entrap your subconscious.  I
can accomplish that a lot of ways, with a flashing
light, with rhythmic sounds.  I can control a
weak-willed person with just my eyes.  But my favorite
technique to make my target helpless even before I
hypnotize them, is massage."

"And what's the best kind of massage, a massage of
your sex.  You can put somebody under and they never
know what hit them.  You know what I mean, don't you? 
Most women do.  Sex is out weapon, a powerful weapon,
a drug. Nothing's more distracting than sex.  Nothing
else turns the mind to jelly so quickly.  What is
seduction but hypnosis?  Women have been hypnotizing
men with sex for years, and it was so natural that
most of them never even realized what they were
doing!"

"But believe me, I know what I'm doing, and that's why
you're about to go under, my sweet.  Ooh, just feel
you, you're so wet. I've got you right where I want
you, and that's the only part of you still squirming. 
Come on now, you little minx.  Relax for me.  Stop
trying to fight it. That's it... I feel you giving in
now... That's it... Just relax for me... Just let go
completely for me... Oh, baby, I feel you getting
weaker... Just a little more now... Breathe in...
Breathe out... Feel me against you... Feel me arousing
you... I'm going to make you come, and then you can
sleep... You'll have to sleep... Get ready to come for
me... Relax for me... Relax... Now get ready to come
and go sleep... Are you ready? Yes you are... You're
really gone now... You're going under... You're
going... You're..."

As Angelica's resistance waned Amaka was able to force
one of her muscular legs between Angelica's slim
thighs.  Now Amaka was able to move it up and down,
not just rocking against her prey's mound but rubbing
and caressing her weakest spot.

"Have you ever seen how they hypnotize an alligator?"
Amaka asked Robert.  "That's what finally put her
under."   Robert watched as Amaka began running her
free hand lightly over Angelica's body, brushing her
breasts, her stomach, her side, her mons, while her
leg kept up its stroking between the girl's thighs.

Robert watched this in open-mouthed amazement. The
nurse had clearly lost her mind.  Did she seriously
think that Florida alligator wrestling was a real
hypnosis technique?  Or even if it was, that it could
possibly work on his strong willed girlfriend?

But to his surprise, he saw Angelica obviously
responding.  Even through her thin blouse it was clear
that her nipples were hugely erect. Her hips rocked a
little in time with Amaka's expert leg strokes on her
pussy. She gave out a few involuntary sounds of
pleasure.  Still the brave, determined girl still
seemed to be resisting, her muscles tense.  But
gradually, little by little, the tension was going out
of her. It might not be hypnosis, but it was having a
devastating effect.

Robert saw Amaka shift a little to put her lips near
Angelica's ear.  Evidently realizing that her prey was
falling under her control at least sexually, she was
going to resume her attempt to hypnotize her. "Relax
for me," she commanded in a seductive whisper. "Relax
now... You can't hold out any longer... Give up...
Don't fight it... Surrender... You can't resisssst...
Relassssx for me..."

But instead of relaxing at the sultry sound, Angelica
had stiffened.

She's still fighting, thought Robert with amazement
and pride. But then he realized what was really
happening.

Robert had learned how vulnerable Angelica's ears
were.  He could always send her into a blind rut by
blowing in her ear.  He hoped Amaka would
misunderstand her reaction, that she would think her
approach had somehow backfired, not realize she'd
discovered a major weakness in his girlfriend.

On the tape Amaka seemed puzzled by the girl's
reaction, but she put her mouth to the girl's ear once
again.  "Come on," she breathed, "Go to sleep for me. 
Come on!  Let me fuck you to sleep. I'm going to
ffffffuck you to sssssleep."

Like a man watching his team go down to defeat, Robert
felt a sinking despair. That last sentence was
Angelica's undoing, not because of the words but the
whispered sibilant syllables, Amaka's breath rushing
into her ear.  It was too much!  Angelica let out a
loud, high-pitched, helpless whimper of utter sexual
surrender.

"Ohhh, what is this?" said the nurse with a note of
triumph in her voice.  Amaka put her face to the side
of Angelica's head. It was impossible to see on the
television monitor exactly what was going on, but she
was either blowing into the ear or tonguing it. 
Either way, the effect on Angelica was electric. 
Twitching and jerking violently, Angelica gasped and
moaned with unresisting pleasure. Her eyes were
half-open and dazed.

Still ministering to the ear, Amaka began to speak
again, this time in a rough, loud whisper, not just
saying but blowing hypnotic words into Angelica's
defenseless mind. "I've got you now, honey.  I know
what turnssss you on.  There's no point fighting any
longer. Give in. Tell me you want it Say it. Sssssssay
it..."

Angelica's whimper sounded like a very weak "no..."

"Give in to me... Ssssssssurender... SSSSSSSSssay it."

Robert wasn't sure he heard it, but while one of the
weak and incoherent sounds coming out of his quivering
fiancee seemed to be "...no..." another sounded like
"...please..."

"I've got you, baby!  Don't fight me .. You can't
fight.. Go to ssssleep for me... Go to sssssleep for
me when I make you come... You're going to come so
good for me now... You're going to come for me and go
to sssssleep and then I'm going to make you come again
and again until you're nothing but my little toy. 
Won't that be fun? Now ssssssurrender to me.  Come for
me and ssssssleep."

Amaka's leg was now making rapid little circles on
Angelica's pussy, and Angelica's hips were bucking
against it in spasms. The smaller girl's voice was
coming in chokes, sobs, and whimpers of ecstasy.  Then
Angelica's body bucked violently.  She held her
breath, her face twisted in the throes of orgasm, and
then she finally let out a whimpered but unmistakable
"Yes!"

"Hell of a girl, Robert," Amaka admitted.  "I've never
seen such a tough little bitch.  If she knew what she
was doing, she could turn any man inside out.  No
wonder you figured you needed some help with the
little hellcat.  Well, from here on, let's just hit
the high points,"

Robert groaned inwardly as the scene changed again. 
It was really over. Angelica was under, no longer
faking but totally in the power of the beautiful black
nurse.  Amaka pulled the entranced and unresisting
Angelica to a standing position and began to undress
her. In a moment Angelica's pert breasts were in view
and the nurse was expertly fondling them with one hand
while the other went into Angelica's panties.  Moments
later Robert saw Angelica shudder and cum again so
hard that she would have collapsed if Amaka hadn't
held her.

"That little girlfriend of yours may be tough, but she
is HOT!  I can't make many women come that way, just
with my hands.  Most need this ..." she continued. 
The scene changed again.  Angelica was laid out on an
examining table with her legs in stirrups.  It would
have been uncomfortable except it was obvious Angelica
was totally unaware of anything except Amaka's head
between her legs.  Angelica's head thrashed from side
to side in what appeared to be an almost continuous
orgasm.

"James likes to have me warm up the ladies before he
has them.  It saves time and I'm sure they enjoy it
more that way, too," Amaka explained.

The next scene was the one Robert had been dreading. 
Sure enough there was his girlfriend with her legs
wrapped around the waist of a handsome man wearing
nothing but a stethoscope around his neck. 
Thankfully, Amaka had turned off the  audio so Robert
could not actually hear Angelica screaming in ecstasy,
though she clearly was.  Transfixed, Robert watched
Angelica mindlessly meet the doctor, thrust for thrust
until at last it was obvious that he, too, lost
control.  With a final wrenching spasm, the man
blasted his sperm into a quivering Angelica.  The hot
jism triggered its own final response in her shaken
body.  She arched, grew momentarily rigid, then fell
back onto the table, limp and unconscious.

"This is the boring part, but it's what really does
the job.  All the rest is just preparing her mind to
accept the programming," Amaka explained as the scene
shifted again to show Angelica apparently peacefully
asleep with something like headphones over her ears
and another apparatus around her crotch.  No, not
exactly asleep peacefully, Robert noticed.  Angelica
was slowly writhing.  "The electronic stimulator is
keeping her highly aroused.  The desire for sex
prevents her from forming any defense as she hears the
conditioning tape.  When she responds properly to
certain cues during the "lessons" it reward her by
letting her come.  When we're finished with her, there
is a tight link between pleasing her man and her own
sexual pleasure."

Amaka switched off the video and directed her
attention to Robert.  "Since we weren't sure just what
you'd want, we pretty much gave her the standard
treatment," Amaka said, matter of factly.

"You did what?"

"We gave her the personality traits that most men ask
for." Amaka explained.  "In the first place,
unquestioned love and devotion.  She now thinks you
are little short of a god and knows she is very, very
fortunate to be your woman.  You are the most
important thing in her life and she is not going to
cross you in any way that might jeopardize that
relationship.  This means that she wants to make you a
happy man, if you know what I mean," Amaka grinned.

"Of course we didn't want being fucked silly to be a
chore for poor Angelica, so we increased her libido by
a factor of six or seven.  Roughly, it means that if
before she was *willing* to have sex several time a
week, now she'll *crave* it several times a day.  But
there is no reason to be concerned," Amaka added
hastily, seeing Robert blanch,  "Even if she wants
more than you give her, leaving her a little
frustrated won't do her any harm.  She'll just be that
much hotter when you do put it to her.  Besides, she
would never THINK of nagging you or demanding sex, no
matter how horny she gets.  Though I don't guarantee
that she won't try to seduce you," Amaka added with a
feminine smirk.  "We fixed her really to enjoy sex
with you.  She will turn on like a light bulb if you
so much as brush her tits or ass and you will find you
can climax her with your fingers or tongue in almost
no time.

"We also minimized any tendency to jealousy.  Although
she really will not *like* it if you choose to have
other women, she'll put up with it as a minor foible
of her otherwise wonderful lover.  We could, if you
wish, add a preference for threesomes, but few of our
clients ask for that.  Likewise, if you intend to
share her around, we probably ought to program that
specifically, although you can most likely get her to
do it a few times without it.  Similarly, we did not
give her any special desire for anal sex.  We find men
of your socioeconomic group generally don't go for it,
though it's up to you"

Robert listened speechless.

"You might want to consider letting us turn her on to
girl-girl sex." Amaka continued, sounding like a new
car salesman discussing options.  "Some men think that
creates competition for them, but it doesn't really. 
It can be quite convenient, for example, to have your
girlfriend fall for one of your mistresses and then
get them together.  Believe me, fucking a pussy that
has been properly warmed up by another woman's mouth
can be HOT!"

"Not to overlook the most important feature, you'll be
pleased to find Angelica is really keen to start a
family for you.  In fact, the poor kid is just a
little paranoid about being twenty five already
without having even one baby when so many of her
friends have had two or three.  I strongly recommend
you put a bun in that cute little oven as soon as
possible.  Finding herself slowed down by a big belly
and engorged tits will help stabilize the other
personality changes we've introduced."

"If you keep her long enough, she will probably want
to give you six or seven children, although I
understand that she earns big bucks at the newspaper
so you may not want to keep her off the job that much
time.  Again, there's no need to worry about what
*she* wants.  Keep her barefoot and pregnant all the
time or let her eat her heart out for more babies;
she'll adore you the same."

"Well, that about covers it.  I trust you will be
pleased with your new and 'improved' girlfriend, soon
to be wife, right?  Amaka smiled.  "In return, we ask
only that you not pursue the news report she was
working on.  Angelica has, of course, totally
forgotten it."

For several long seconds Robert just stared at the
beautiful black woman as he tried to absorb everything
he had seen and heard.  At last he drew a deep breath,
"Well, I guess I do have to thank you for the
explanation, Ms ...uh ... Amaka," he said at last, his
voice dripping with sarcasm.  "But giving up the story
on this hellish clinic is the *last* thing I'll do. 
You have just provided me with enough material to nail
you good!  I've got some killer quotes; too bad we
can't use all of them in a family newspaper, even post
Zipper-gate."

If Robert expected the sexy nurse to be taken aback,
he was surprised.  "I've got to hand it to James,"
Amaka said, smiling and shaking her head in amazement.
 "He said you'd react this way.  Angelica told him
that you were not at all a machista, but after a few
session on the tapes a woman's judgment about the man
in her life is unreliable to say the least.  Most of
James's patients will swear that their husbands or
boyfriends are ardent feminists.  They'll swear it
even when he brings his mistress home to screw while
she's off giving birth to his baby."

"After all, the women believe anything their men tell
them.  Guys know that the only way to get into a girls
pants nowadays is to play the enlightened 'man of the
millenium,' so that's what they do.  But you seem to
be the real McCoy," Amaka said, her eyes wide in
amazement.

"You're damned right I am, and you are going to undo
all the vile tampering with Angelica and give me back
the tough-minded, independent woman I love." Robert
demanded.  "If you don't, I'll go to the district
attorney and in addition to being out of business,
you'll face charges for kidnapping and sexual abuse."

"Astounding!" Amaka sighed but continued.  "I don't
think going to the authorities would be a good idea,
Robert.  We got there first.  Perhaps you remember the
DA dumped his over-forty wife for that frisky little
blonde prosecutor in his office?  Well, the silly
bitch began to take herself too seriously.  As a
trophy wife, she wasn't working out as expected.  She
continued screwing around with the junior prosecutors
and some of the cops, hardly ever fucked the old boy,
and absolutely refused to let him get her pregnant,
the main reason her married her."

"Well, fortunately, Dr. Bock heard about the DA's
problem and we got wifey here for an appointment.  Now
Miss ex-hot shot lawyer is happy as a kitten, staying
home nursing the DA's first baby and expecting a
second.  As for the Chief of Police, he is overjoyed
with our services.  His wife is at home working on
producing a second family for him while down at the
station three of the prettiest policewomen are out on
maternity leave."

"I don't care who else gets burned, when this hits the
news, you're out of business, Robert said.

"You're no doubt right, so we'll make sure this never
does 'hit the news.'  Angelica can be made to forget,
has in fact already forgotten.  I so hoped you would
play along in exchange for control of most men's
fantasy woman.  But as James predicted, you're just
not the kind of man to control a woman.  Maybe that's
because you'd rather have a woman to control you," she
smiled confidently.

"Oh, no," Robert said.  "I'm wise to the pendant
gambit. The only way you managed to finally get
Angelica was to dominate her physically!" Robert stood
up and grinned mirthlessly down at the nurse,
returning smirk for smirk. "You're a big girl, Amaka,
but I don't really think you'd have any chance of
overpowering me, do you?"

"Oh, I might," she said sweetly.  "You'd probably beat
me in a fair fight, but I don't fight fair."

"Fair or not, you've met your match. I'm blowing the
lid off your operation and I'm getting my fiancee
back, and there's not a goddam thing you can do to
stop me."

"Oh, my, I guess we should have known that a strong
man like you could not be put under so easily" Amaka
smiled disarmingly.  "How foolish to think that a big
sexy woman could seduce a man like you, even if she
does have big ... soft ... round ... titties that are
so hard to take your eyes off of." the nurse cooed 
"And you are far to clever to allow a woman to arose
you by letting you peek up between her legs.  You
could never be distracted by wondering if your
adversary is wearing panties or not, could you?

"No, I can't." Robert agreed, but his eyes remained
fasted between Amaka's delightful thighs.

"And even if you did become aroused, your prick
beginning to stiffen as I see yours is, you would
still be able to resist my commands.  Even with a
raging hard-on, a strong-minded man like you would not
just start taking orders from a woman.  You may be
horny, you may be thinking how nice it would be if I
fucked you.  You might want me to lay you back on that
couch where you are sitting and lower my juicy cunt
over your hard erect penis, but you can still control
your self, can't you?

"Yes," Robert agreed, nodding his head without
blinking or taking his eyes off Amaka's breasts.

"A flashing locket hanging between my boobies would
not put *you* into a trance.  Even if you obey my
command to continue looking at my big soft tits so
that the locket can continue to flash in you eyes,
flashing, flashing so that it is difficult to think
about anything but my titties and the locket, your
will power would remain strong.  You can't be ordered
around like a puppet, can you, Robert?" Amaka asked as
she came and stood in front of the helpless man.

"No," Robert said robotically and he gazed up at the
black woman who now towered over him, his eyes fixed
on the twirling locket Amaka deployed.

"No, Robert, you will not do what I say just because
your will is slipping away from you.  You're not
falling into my power, because lust has made you too
weak to resist my commands.  You will obey me because
you are a little boy at a doctor's office and I am
your nurse.  You are going to do everything your sexy
nurse tells you, aren't you, Robert?" Amaka asked with
a reassuring smile.

Robert smiled back and nodded.

"That's a good boy.  Now since this is your first time
to visit me, I want you to take off all your clothes. 
Will you do that for me, Robert?"

"Yes, ma'am," Robert replied, falling seamlessly into
the little-boy role in which Amaka had cast him.  With
only a little embarrassment, Robert began to remove
his shirt and pants.

"Would you like me to help you?" Amaka inquired as she
unsnapped his boxers and let them fall to the floor.

"Thank you," Robert replied politely.

"Oh, my, Robert, you are a *big* boy, aren't you? 
Amaka asked as she took his erect penis and began to
stroke it.  "This must feel very good for a big boy
like you.  Do you like what I'm doing to you Robert?

Robert could only grin in agreement.

"Of course you do," Amaka said, slipping into baby
talk.  "A big boy likes to have a woman's hand on his
thing-y, Robert.  If you want me to keep playing with
your thing-y and making you feel really good like
this, you'd better let me put you down on this couch.
... Uh huh, like that.  Are you comfortable, sweetie?

Robert couldn't answer,  The delicate strokes of
Amaka's hand felt too good.

"This is your penis, Robert.  I know you like me to
play with your penis.  It makes you feel so peaceful,
so relaxed.  All you want is for me to continue.  So
peaceful, so relaxed but sort of sleepy, right?"

Robert looked up at her and nodded.

"You'd like to go to sleep, Robert, cuddle up with me
and suck on my big titties and drift off to sleep.  I
would be so easy if you weren't so horny.  Would you
like me to help you not to be horny?  I could make you
feel good so you can go to sleep, deeply to sleep.  Do
you want me to make you feel good?"

Robert's eyes were closed, clearly lost in the
powerful arousal Amaka induced.  He was totally
unaware when the his beautiful seductress dropped her
skimpy garment and clambered onto the couch with him. 
He made no effort to resist -- how could he? -- when
the smiling woman took his cock and guided it into her
dripping cunt.  Robert's mind was elsewhere,
suffocated beneath a warm, thick, erotic blanket when
Amaka began purposefully to ride up and down on his
rigid cock.  The last fragments of his will were
spirited away by her soft sing-song voice.  

"Oh, Robert, my baby, you want to come so bad, don't
you.  You need to come so like a big boy you can
sleep.  I can make you come, Robert, make you sleep. 
Just relax and let me fuck you ... fuck you to sleep
... fuck you to sleep ... fuck you ... to ...
sle.e.e.e.p."

As the beautiful black dominatrix's voice fell to a
whisper Robert began to moan, softly then louder and
louder until he bellowed in incoherent surrender. 
Amaka felt his balls erupt with cum as spasm after
spasm of orgasm skewered his mind and will.  His body
fell limp; his mind opened, becoming a blank page, a
page waiting to be written upon.  Amaka smiled to
herself, knowing the author was ready and not far
away.

Reluctantly Amaka pulled her sperm-drenched cunt from
around the softening cock of the sated and entranced
young reporter.  As she arose, she saw she had an
audience.  James and Angelica were standing in the
door.  James's eyes were bright with admiration for
his beautiful and talented lover.  Angelica was
disheveled but she wore the radiant, spacey expression
a session with James always produced in women.  She
had let James hastily pull on her panties, but the
soaked crotch and the semen leaking down her leg
showed just why the young journalist looked so happy.

"Entertain yourself, my dear," James instructed and
Angelica's eyes grew dim.  He directed her to a
recliner where the young woman lay back and thrust her
hand into her panties.  Soon her soft moans indicated
she needed no more of his attention.

"Good work, darling," he said as he approached and
kissed Amaka who was still admiring her unconscious
victim.  "Look at that face.  I've never seen a man
with a grin like that.  You must have fucked him down
to his reptile brain!" James laughed.

"You did pretty well with Miss Salamander yourself,"
Amaka chuckled and kissed him back, pressing her body
hard against his muscular frame.  "So, what do I get
as a reward?" she whispered smokily, breaking the
kiss.

"Reward?  I thought you worked for me from sheer
devotion!" James teased.

"You know what I'm devoted to," Amaka growled,
fondling his prick which responded as she hoped.

"Well, we don't have any other clients this evening."
James agreed.  "Put him on the machines and we'll have
some time to kill."  Quickly Amaka lowered the
earphone-like device over Robert's head and made an
adjustment to a dial.  Then she fastened the other
apparatus over his groin.  "Going to give him a
'seven?'" James asked.

"No, just a six," Amaka replied.  "Angelica says he's
a quick recharge.  I don't want to stimulate him too
much.  If he ejaculates, I'll have to start all over,"
the busy woman replied as she made a final check of
the equipment.  "There.  A couple of hours of
subliminal instruction while in a state of high
arousal should do him."

"And now," Amaka continued, turning to her companion
with a lustful smirk, "I can think of something much
better to do with the time than kill it!"

*****

An hour of so later Amaka awoke from the little nap
she always fell into after she and James fucked.  She
wondered if it was possible to be awakened just by the
intense sensations of contentment and completeness
James always left her with.  That little nap, she was
sure, wasn't quite natural.  She suspected he used it
to reinforce her conditioning.  Still, she had the
feeling that *her* conditioning was not as complete,
not as "heavy" as that of James's clients.

Perhaps it was his control of her mind made it
impossible for her to feel jealousy for Janet to whom
James went home every night.  Amaka knew he still
screwed her.  After all, Janet was expecting again. 
But Amaka felt it was more out of loyalty than lust. 
Unlike Amaka, Janet had retained most of the weight
she gained with each pregnancy and now was border line
obese.  Amaka wondered if there wasn't a tiny part of
Janet's mind that remained unconditioned and that part
was making her unhappy.  Amaka had asked James about
it one time but James just shook his head a little
sadly.

Amaka had no such problem.  James could bend her own
will to his easily enough, of course, but what was
there to bend?  With James she had an interesting job
for which he paid her very well.  He was a handsome
man and a marvelous lover.  Unless *everything* was an
illusion.  Maybe James was really fat and had buck
teeth, Amaka laughed to herself.  But she had seen how
women reacted to James when they first saw him, before
they were conditioned.  No, James really was a hunk. 
And finally he had given her two adorable cafe au lait
daughters, Ifi and Efe, and the slightly darker
Jerome.  What more could a woman want?

Mamma, who took care of the kids, agreed these three
were great, but she was on Amaka's neck again.  With
Jerome going on six months, Mamma thought it was long
past time to get another grandchild on the way.  If
her employer didn't want to get her pregnant, Mamma
had hinted, Amaka could find some other nice white boy
to do the job  Well, Amaka didn't think Mamma would
have to grouse much longer.  This was her week to
ovulate and Amaka had remained mum when James had
neglected to use a condom the last few times they had
fucked.  Amaka was pretty sure James didn't really
intend to make her pregnant again just yet, but what
were feminine wiles for, if not to use against the
male of the species?  James hadn't been watching the
calendar and she had.

Moving slowly so as not to disturb the beautiful
afterglow of sex, Amaka slipped a hand between her
legs.  A glob of James's thick come was slowly oozing
from her pussy.  No hurry.  There was plenty more
where that had come from.  Without needing to open her
eyes, her other hand reached over to the drawer beside
this bed she and James used for office sex and removed
a cervical cap.  She felt it slip comfortably into
place.  There, that would keep her full.

Amaka had come really hard when James had shot his
jizz into her this time.  It was unscientific, but she
just felt this was it.  Best not to take any chances,
however.  She scooted a pillow under her ass to raise
the angle of her cervix and reached for her clit. 
Another old wives tale, perhaps, but orgasm after
impregnation was said to promote conception.  It
couldn't hurt and it sure felt good,  Maybe the old
wives had been knocked up enough times to know
something.  One soft orgasm followed another until she
dozed again.

Amaka was awakened again, this time by James's voice
from the next room.  Sleeping with her boss was
probably part of her job description (or at least a
perk).  Sleeping on the job was not.  Hurridly pulling
on her smock, Amaka followed her lover's voice to the
main room.  There James was sitting with a fully
clothed and wide awake Angelica Lopez, talking
business.  Amaka was amazed at the transformation. 
The Post's reporter seemed completely normal again,
even feisty.  Gone was the docile subservience, the
look of lost adoration Amaka had seen shortly before. 
Angelica probably knew little of what had gone on the
last few hours.

"It's a big responsibility, Angelica.  I'm sure you
will handle it well" James said

"Of course I will, James.  But do you mean he'll do
*anything* I tell him?" she inquired.

"Well, don't test the limits by asking him to jump off
a building, but, yes, just about anything a man's
loving girlfriend could ask, he'll do."

"And will he still be OK ...  uh, ... you know, ...?"

"In bed?" James smiled reassuringly.  "Better than
ever!  Remember you said he would never eat you? 
Well, you'll find now he will not only do it, but he
will do it damned well.  And we've improved his
stamina, too.  He should be good for at least two or
three times per night.  I think you're going to be a
very happy woman."

"Sounds perfect.  Can I take him home now?"

"Better not yet.  Give us this weekend for that final
procedure I mentioned," James replied.  "He'll be
yours on Sunday night."

"As you say, James." she replied.  Turning to her
unconscious boyfriend, Angelica blew him a kiss and
walked away.

*****

Robert had had a bad day.  Percy Cummings, his editor,
had not liked Robert's latest series on the local
baseball team.  "Damnit Robert, it was full of fluff
about how hard travel days are on their wives and
girlfriends.  *Men* read the sports pages and they
don't read it for that!  You haven't written a decent,
hard-hitting sports story in two months now.  What's
wrong?"

Robert didn't know what was wrong.  All he knew was he
was just glad to be home and in his kitchen where he
could concentrate on making dinner for Angelica.  She
had called and promised to be home by 8:30.  That gave
him another half hour to get everything perfect for
her.  He had set the table and the vichyssoise was
ready.  He turned his attention to the Caesar
dressing.  The oven timer rang just as Angelica
arrived.

The bad part of Robert's day was over!  Joy
overwhelmed him as he took in sight of his sexy
girlfriend.  Always pretty, Angelica had gotten so
much hotter in the last couple of months.  The heels,
that tailored suit with a skirt that stopped six
inches above her knee, the earrings, the makeup. 
Angelica had become a babe!  And it hadn't hurt her
career at the "Post," where the senior editors were
all middle aged men.

"Oh what a nice welcome for a tired working girl,"
Angelica giggled as Robert kissed her passionately and
squeezed her butt.  "Tch Tch!  Time enough for that
later, darling.  Dinner smells wonderful!"

During the meal Angelica told Robert the good news she
had hinted at over the phone.  "They're putting me in
charge of Style, page two," she bubbled.  "Apparently
the series I did on career women who drop out to have
babies and spend more time with their husbands has
been a huge success.  "I've got to transcribe some
notes, but I think we should celebrate.  Don't be
long," she winked as she arose from the table.

Scrubbing the flambe pan took longer than Robert
expected so he was still at the sink when Angelica
re-appeared in the kitchen door.  Pots and pans were
forgotten when Robert saw his girlfriend in a new pink
baby doll pajama.  "Coming to bed, darling?" Angelica
lilted and wiggled off, knowing what the answer would
be.

A half hour and several orgasm from Robert's mouth,
Angelica had just gotten in the saddle.  She had
Robert on his back with his oh-so-satisfying cock well
up inside her.  She was going for another good come or
two when she felt his body stiffen.  "Slow down, lover
boy!" she cried, but it was too late.  She was able to
get herself off just one more time as her horny
boyfriend shoot his balls into her hungry cunt. 
Angelica looked down into the half-closed eyes of her
totally satisfied man.  It was time to tell him she
decided.

"I didn't finish giving you all the news, honey."

"Huh?"  Robert responded, finding it a little hard to
concentrate after the way Angelica had just fucked
him.

"I've been thinking about what you keep asking me, and
I've decided yes."

For a moment the words didn't make any sense.  Then
Robert exploded with joy.  "You will?  You'll marry
me?  Oh, darling, that's wonderful.  When?  When?"

"Let's do it next month," she said excitedly.

"Next month?" Robert asked, suddenly puzzled.  "Isn't
that short notice?  I mean, I've been after you to
marry me for years.  Por qu� tan pronto?"

"Well, we don't want our families to be upset, do we?"
Angelica replied mysteriously.

"Our families?  My parents adore you and your folks
like me, too.  What's there to be upset about if we
take time to make this a real occasion?"

"Ay! Robertito," Angelica laughed and kissed him. 
"You are slow, but so lovable.  Do I have to spell it
out for you, honey?  I went to see Dr. Bock, today. 
I'm already two months pregnant!"

Robert thought he had died and gone to heaven.  He
pulled Angelica down to his chest and practically
devoured her with kisses.  As he blathered endearments
his body reacted in a way he didn't realize, but
Angelica did.

"Oh, Bobby, you naughty boy!" Angela laughed.  She was
calling him "Bobby" more and more often these days
Robert vaguely noted.  "I think you *like* the idea
letting a pregnant woman fuck you," Angelica grinned,
feeling her boyfriend stiffen inside her again.  "Are
you going to let me fuck you when I am all gordita and
my belly is all pushed out with the beb�?  What if I
get so big that once I am on top, you won't be able to
get me off.  Then I could fuck you even if you didn't
want me to."

Robert was insane with desire as Angelica humped his
resurrected prick.  "You'd better like it lover," she
admonished, "Because I'm gong to need a lot of fucking
for the next seven months and," she paused for effect
just before he was about to explode, "I'm planning to
have muchos beb�s."

*****
Epilogue

Six months later Angelica was a happy if uncomfortably
pregnant woman.  Lying beside her was her equally
happy if tuckered-out husband.  She had just finished
having him give it to her doggie style for almost an
hour.  "Orgasms are almost as much fun for the baby as
for the mother," she had assured him to keep him
going.  At last she took pity on him and let him come.
 He had almost fallen off her in exhaustion.  A good
time to talk, she thought.

"Tu mam� was over this afternoon," Angelica said, not
expecting a reply and not getting one, "So was mine. 
We got to talking about what to do after la bebita
arrives."

"Oh, yeah," Robert sighed a little recovered.  "I've
been looking for infant care providers here and near
work, too."

"That's so sweet of you, honey," Angelica said, "But
the three of us were thinking that we just don't like
the idea of strangers taking care of the baby,
especially for the first two or three years."

"Oh?" Robert asked sleepily,  "Does your mother want
to take care of her, or does mine?"

"Don't be silly, darling." Angelica laughed.  "Both of
them are going to be far to busy for that pretty soon.
 But we DO think it should be someone in the familia."

Robert looked up with admiration at his beautiful
pregnant wife.  "No, honey.  They've just made you
Editor of the Style section," he protested.  "You can
afford a couple of week of maternity leave, but I
can't ask you to take years out of your career, even
to take care of nuestra hijita.  It's too big a
sacrifice."

"That's what we were thinking, too, darling," Angelica
agreed, taking hold of Robert's prick and dropping
down into her "special" voice.  "I was thinking maybe
*you* could take care of her."

Robert started to object, but felt a wave of sweetness
roll over him as it often did when Angelica spoke. 
When he felt that way, he knew what would happen.  She
was going to fuck him and he was going to do anything
she asked.  It was no use arguing.

"I mean, your career really isn't going anywhere,
Robert," Angelica added logically.  "They've been
moving you from one dinky assignment to another.  Why
bother?  With my promotion we'll have more than enough
money.  I'll buy us a real house, a big one so we can
have lots of kids.  You won't need to work and I know
you will be wonderful taking care of the baby.  Will
you do it, Amorcito, para mi?"

Robert was agreeing.  Angelica knew he would.  He
always did, when she wanted him to.  Robert would be
her house-husband and he would be happy doing it;
Angelica would fuck him enough to see to that.  Still,
she felt a pang of guilt.  She had been careful never
actually to lie by saying "our" baby, but she had
certainly led Robert believe the child in her womb was
his.  In fact, Angelica remembered very well the
afternoon it had been put there during one of her
frequent "checkups" at James's office.

It was part of the deal.  James gave her Robert,
sweet, docile, and always available to satisfy her
raging need for sex.  In return Angelica would give
James babies.  This was only the first.  She didn't
know how many he wanted.  She didn't care.  When James
looked at her that special way, she wanted more than
anything for him to make her pregnant, wanted him to
make her a woman in the way Robert never could.

Robert, the dear, would never know, of course.  Any
baby of hers would probably inherit her dark skin and
eyes and James looked a lot like Robert.  Her poor
husband was unaware of the little snip James had
performed on him that weekend months ago so that
Angelica would never have an "accident" with Robert.

The monetary guilt passed; Angelica was happy again. 
She had a wonderful lover who promised to give her a
houseful of babies and a wonderful husband to take
care of them.

"Honey?"  Robert asked in a small, resigned voice, as
he tenderly stroked Angelica's swollen tummy, "What
did you mean when you said that your mother and mine
pretty soon would be 'too busy' to take care of
nuestra bebita?"

"Oh, didn't I tell you?"  Angelica replied sweetly.
"That's why they came by here, to give me the good
news.  They had just come from Dr. Bock's.  They're
both pregnant."

The End

But not really:  Read "Wonder Woman's Examination"

I want to thank "Gary Grant" for taking Angelica
seriously enough to suggest putting more fight into
her.  He will note the insertions from the earlier
draft.  I hope others do not.

Comments (please) to
Homer Vargas
vargas111@yahoo.com


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