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Subject: {ASSM} A World Turned Upside Down (MC, Mdom, humor preg.)
Date: Sat, 26 Oct 2002 01:10:02 -0400
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Author: Homer Vargas
Title: A World Turned Upside Down
Part: 
Universe: Wonder Woman
Summary: A sequel to "Wonder Woman's Most Fulfilling
Adventure."  The triumvirate from National Public
Radio lighten up before filling out.
Keywords: MC, Mdom, humor preg
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.
First Posted 3/10/00
Last Edited 1/21/02


A World Turned Upside Down (MC, Mdom, humor preg.)
Homer Vargas
Vargas111@yahoo.com

Some of you may remember my story of quite a while ago
"Wonder Woman's Most Fulfilling Adventure."  If not,
I'd love you to read it, although it's not really
necessary to understand this story.  As the earlier
story ended, our favorite Amazon Princess in the
star-spangled tights was definitely out of the
crime-fighting business.  The busty ex-superheroine
had just borne a daughter for the tribe's ancient
enemy, Pan, and was facing a life of slavery, making
more and more babies for the horny god.

Delicious as that was, it was only the first step in
Pan's plot.  The World of Men, without a strong
feminine role model provided by Wonder Woman, was
vulnerable to the scheme of Pan and his witch Queen
Althea to reestablish traditional male dominance over
women.

Word of the disappearance of her elder daughter, Diana
has reached Paradise Island where Queen Hypolite, with
great reluctance, is about to send her youngest
daughter, Drucilla, to replace Wonder Woman.  Before
she sends her off, however, she REALLY reads her the
riot act about "fooling around."  

As our story opens...


"Geez, I know all that, Mom!  I'll be OK, really," the
excited teen exclaimed.  "You've told me all that
stuff before."

"Drucilla darling, it's not that I don't trust you,
but it's just so important, now that Diana has
disappeared.  You are the only other Amazon that has
ever visited the World of Men and only you can fill in
until you find her.  Things are going from bad to
worse for women there.  And it's all so mysterious. 
We think some Evil Power may have been involved in
what happened to Diana."

"Gee, Mom, I don't see what's so mysterious.  You know
Diana has always been oversexed.  You haven't seen her
orgasming like crazy the way I have every time some
two-bit evil genius ties her up and tries to climax
her into submission or the way she grinds her hips
back onto the tentacles of one of those plantamals
that capture her and try to plant their seed in her. 
I think she just got tired of being a technical virgin
all these centuries.  Maybe she hadn't been violated
and orgamsed silly in so long, she couldn't stand it
any longer and shacked up with that Steve Trevor who
had been trying to get into her pants for all these
years.  Probably she was getting it so good from ole
Stevie, she just got a little careless and let him put
a little bun in her oven.  Then, when the shame of
being a pregnant Wonder Woman got too bad, she fled
into hiding.  But don't worry, Mom, I'll find her."

"You may be right, my dear!  But why at least didn't
she come back here?  We would have accepted her."

"Gosh, Mom, from the lectures you've given me all my
life, I'll bet she didn't feel that an Amazon girl
showing up back on Paradise Island with a big belly
would exactly be welcomed with open arms."

"Oh, dear!  Perhaps some of the blame does fall on me.
 But it IS more complicated than you think, darling. 
We've made inquires; her OB/GYN told us she was at
least three months pregnant BEFORE she started
sleeping with that <shudder> military mortal.  Yet she
had not lost her superpowers.  Apparently she had been
impregnated earlier, but without her having "given
herself" to a man  Her powers only started to fade
when she began letting Col. Trevor ... you know."

"'Fuck her,' mom.  Can't you say 'fuck?'  Steve was
fucking her."  Still, Dru was momentarily sobered.

"I'm just so worried, sending you off like this, dear.
 Besides not knowing what you're up against, you don't
have much time.  If you don't find Diana or at least
take Diana's place until you do, Paradise Island is
doomed," Drucillia's mother fretted.

"Huh?" Dru asked.  "How could my failure in the World
of Men -- not that I'm going to fail -- harm Paradise
Island?"

"I've never told you or the others, but you have to
know.  We Amazons don't really own Paradise Island. 
The gods only extend our lease in return for the
services of an Amazon.  They want an Amazon to handle
all the dirty little chores in the World of Men that
the Gods would have to take care of otherwise.  But
now there is some guy who's rich as Croesius - Portes?
 Doors?  Gates? -- that has offered Zeus billions for
the place, wants to develop it as a Club Eros or
something.  To persuade him to let us stay long enough
to give you a chance took everything I could do.  And
I do mean EVERYTHING."

"Mom!  You don't mean you let him ...?"

"'Fuck me,' Dru.  Can't you say, 'fuck'?  Zeus was
fucking me weekly!  Or should I say 'weakly?'  Humph! 
The so-called 'Father of the Gods and Men' is
definitely over the hill as a lover.  The old boy
could hardly get it up twice a day and only fucks for
an hour or so before he looses it."

"Mother!"  Dru could hardly believe her ears.

"Of course Hephaestus was even worse.  A few friendly
fucks weren't enough to persuade him to make you a new
golden lasso and magic girdle.  He insisted I take out
my magic diaphragm so he could get me ..."

"Mother, you don't mean ..."

"Yes, Dru.  There is going to be a new little Amazon
on Paradise Island for the first time since your were
a baby," Hypolite sighed, patting her tummy and not
looking all that unhappy about the divine extortion. 
"At least Aphrodite had taught HIM a thing or two
about how to please a woman.  And with you going away,
well, I guess it'll be nice to have another little
girl around the palace."

'Just a minute, Mom!" Dru asked, wheals turning.  "I
was born just after Diana was sent to the World of
Men.  Does that mean that you ..."

"Well, of course,  How else do you think I got
Hephaestus to make DIANA's lasso and girdle?"

*****

Now that was quite a revelation, no?  Perhaps before
we get down to following Dru's exciting adventures in
the World of Men, we should take a look at just what
our Amazonette will face.  Just as Pan planned,
without our star-spangled superheroine, things have
gotten pretty bad for women.

Item:

 - All the summer movies have pregnancy themes: they
have to.  Few actresses younger than 60 can be found
that are not pregnant, or nursing a newborn, or both.

 - CNN women newscasters all are proudly toting
bellies of different sizes.  Debra Marcini, always a
pioneer, nurses her six-month old on camera and
invites viewers to guess the sex of the one she
expecting next.  Lou Dobbs just smiles proudly.

 - The summer Olympics have special categories for
pregnant pole-vaulters, knocked-up marathoners and
mommy-to-be figure skaters.  Of course, ratings just
go through the roof when those 13 year-old girl
gymnasts try to negotiate their big bellies over and
around those parallel bars.
 - The Miss America Beauty Pageant is forced to go
all-preggo with special bonus points given for a
"firm-contoured-well integrated baby mound".

 - Production on teen soap operas on the WB and Fox
becomes erratic owing to dozens of attractive nubile
actresses in their ultra-fertile 20's getting knocked
up.

 - Ellen Degeneres and Melissa Etheridge announce they
are splitting after a jealous row when they discover
because they are both expecting a Harrison Ford baby!

 - Madonna does a lovingly depicted
barefoot-pregnant-and-chained-to-a-stove photo shoot
for Rolling Stone.

 - Major retailers have maternity brands: "The Mommy
Republic," "The Bulge," and "Bloomin' Dale's."  -
"Fitness" magazine has a "Fit Pregnancy" offspring.

 -The faux-affectionate "air kiss" on the cheek of two
women who meet has been replaced by a giggly mutual
tummy bump/pat/check-out.
 -The finals of women's tennis features the pregnant
Venus and Sabrina Williams duo facing the similarly
knocked up team of Martina Hingis and Anna Kournikova.
 A proud-as-a-peacock Jimmy Conners is rooting for the
waddling Williams sisters while Andre Agassi and Pete
Sampras are glaring suspiciously at each other in the
other bleachers.

Drucilla only realized the full extent of the rot one
evening as she tried to catch up on the news and found
herself instead watching "Style, with Elsa Klensch." 
After what seemed like an eternity of assault from the
CNN logo and jangling fanfare, the program opened with
a pan of ... a television studio.  "Today, rather than
take you to some exotic location I've decided there
are quite enough examples of the newest in styles for
us professional girls right here at home," intoned Ms
Klensch in her trademark voice over.

The next half hour was surreal.  It quickly became
apparent what kind of fashions had suddenly come into
vogue with the hard headed ladies of CNN.  "Notice how
the soft green prima cotton skirt flatters Ms. Voss's
expanding figure while allowing those overloaded tits
to bob ever so enticingly," Elsa pointed out.  Indeed,
The long-legged Vossie looked as if she had managed to
get pregnant with triplets the day news of the Wonder
Woman's disappearance hit the ticker.  The smiling
weather woman pirouetted in front of her maps most
fetchingly, her short maternity skirt flying up and
out to lay to rest any doubts viewers may have had
about her being a natural redhead.

"Sissel McCarthy certainly looks perky in this hot
pink mini-smock with matching heels, but frankly our
viewers rather like the way she waddles onto the set
and pushes her belly up to the news desk.  Sissy, what
do you find the most difficult part of holding down a
demanding job like yours while waiting for your
twins?"

"Gosh, Elsie, I don't know, but I guess it's those
long stints on camera before John Metaxis can take me
backstage and 'help me unwind,' <titter> if you know
what I mean.  Sometime I have to go for two or there
hours without a good <bleep>"

Although she did her best to answer Elsa's questions,
Laurin Sydney was at that late stage of pregnancy
where all she really wanted to do was to stay in bed
to sleep and get fucked.  Jim Moret, who evidently
hadn't spent ALL his time in LA, tried to fill in but
he was distracted and the curvy blonde kept snuggling
into his arms and pulling his hand between her legs. 
More than most, Laurin had lost her interest in
journalism as the bulge Jim had put there, and was now
massaging tenderly, expanded.

"And that's it for this week on Style," Elsa announced
as the camera drew away to finish up with a shot of Ms
Klensch's proud pregnant profile, which Riz Khan was
patting proprietarily.

The most shocking examples of all these goings on,
however, was the virtual collapse of NPR when the
girls of the "fallopian jungle." Cokie Roberts, Nina
Tottenberg, Linda Wortheimer, all decide to stay home
with "this one."  Of course idle hands ..., but that's
another story.  The wags started to call it National
Pregnant Radio.  How did this happen?

Well, it seems the first to fall by the wayside was
Linda, whose husband had run off with a cutie that had
let him get her pregnant.  After weeks of depression
(and getting tired of her vibrator every night) Linda
heard about Dr. Althea's public television talk show. 
After seeing Althea advise women in her situation to
get on with their lives, Linda gave it some though and
realized this meant she should be getting her brains
fucked out as often as possible.  She thought about it
some more and decided that she deserved a stud muffin
of her very own.  Not long afterwards Linda found
herself frequenting sports bars and taking up with
Ricky from ESPN, a hunky ex-shot putter.  It didn't
take Ricky many shots to put his baby into the
overjoyed grandmother Wortheimer.

Even before her friends found out THAT little fact,
Cokie and Nina noticed that Linda had not only gotten
over her husband's split amazingly fast, but she was
suddenly glowing.  They also noticed disturbing
changes in Linda's behavior, -- proper NPR gravitas
ruined by her tendency to break out in giggles. 
Fortunately it was radio, so listeners were unaware of
the equally shocking change in Linda's wardrobe,
daring miniskirts in brilliant, scandalous colors, big
loopy earrings, high-heel, open-toed sandals showing
off brightly painted toe nails.  When Cokie or Nina
finally confronted her what was going on, Linda just
smiled and invited them and their husbands to her SC
beach house for a week "to meet him."

To their wives' disgust, Steve and Charles were not at
all upset at what they heard about Linda's unusual
behavior.  In fact they seemed quite to eager to see
the new and improved Linda.  Even more they wanted to
meet the new beau that could inspire the kind of
sexiness they wished for their own wives, who hadn't
shown any knee in public for ten years.

Linda opened the door to the cottage wearing hot pants
and a bra-less blouse tied just below her magnificent
new set of tits (thanks to a healthy dose of vitamin
Silicone, taken at Ricky's suggestion).  Cokie and
Nina almost had to break elbows in their husbands'
ribs to keep them from ogling.  Knowing how to diffuse
a tense situation, Linda ushered everyone into the
sitting room and had everyone high on wine coolers by
the time Ricky came in from jogging on the beach.

Though they would never have admitted it, especially
with their husbands right there, both Cokie and Nina
were rather jealous when they got a look at their
older friend's lover.  He was Latino and built and it
was obvious what Linda saw in him.  The excited
hostess just tuned out her guests for several long
minutes as she greeted Ricky with a sizzling kiss. 
Eyes closed, she fondled the prominent erection
through his Speedos, while letting him toy with her
tits and make her moan from some naughtiness his hand
had found to do between her legs.  Steve and Charles
grinned at each other and scooted closer to their
wives who pretended not to look.

Eventually Linda calmed down a bit.  "This is RICKY,"
she sighed, "My new 'friend.'"

Cokie and Nina were slightly put off when Ricky patted
Linda's butt and sent her off to fetch beers for "me
and m' new buddies," but the breathless woman gladly
jumped up and soon re-appeared with three tall ones,
bending over to give her "friend" and the other two
men an eye-popping peek at her surgically-enhanced
cleavage.  "Cokie, Nina, why don't we girls go into
the kitchen and fix lunch for the guys so they can
talk," Linda beamed.

The two women rolled their eyes at each other, since
neither Cokie or Nina had cooked a meal in years and
so far and they knew, Linda couldn't boil water
either.  Wrong!  "I've been taking crash gourmet
cooking classes because the way to a man's heart --
and you know his 'what else' <giggle-giggle>-- is
through his stomach."  That explained why Linda had
been turning down afternoon reporting assignments
recently.  Though as far as Cokie and Nina could tell,
Linda had no trouble getting to Ricky's "what else."

Once in the kitchen, Linda was dying to know what her
friends thought of Ricky, and didn't he have the most
gorgeous abs -- and that's not all -- <giggle> and,
<blush> does he ever know how to use it, and she'd
never know how sexy it was to give a guy blow jobs,
and she loved the way his come tasted ("and just five
calories, what a great diet drink"), but he certainly
made it worthwhile because he could eat her to so many
orgasms she passed out, and she'd never had sex even
twice a day before with her ex, but Ricky did her four
or five times, and she was totally in love, and she
had just been dying to tell them sooner, but he
promised he was going to get her <breathe> PREGNANT!

Nina was totally taken aback by Linda's non-stop
torrent of words.  Of course she was flabbergasted
that her friend of fif...[oops, it isn't nice to tell
a lady's age] would think about letting a man twe
...[watch it!] so much younger than she, knock her up
and off her journalistic career track.  Nina was also
quite surprised that Linda would go down on her new
lover, but she was green with envy that her
prune-faced friend had a sexy guy eating her out
regularly.  Nina had blown Charles a few times when
they were first married.  Like most women who had been
around the block a few times before tying the knot
(she had lost her virginity -- better said, cast it
aside like a used tampon -- at thirteen when she
seduced the Sr. High quarterback) Nina rather liked
the taste.  Charles's was better than most.  But when
she tried to get him to give HER some nice tongue
action and he made a face as if she had asked him to
drink from the Anacostia, she stopped giving head.  It
just convinced her what a selfish lover he was and
rather cooled her ardor for him.  She still fucked him
every day from need, but frankly she was coming to
prefer her vibrator.  IT always got her off and didn't
snore when ITS batteries ran down.

Cokie, on the other hand, was completely scandalized. 
She hardly focused on the thought of someone like
Ricky putting her older friend back in maternity
clothes.  Rather, she was shocked and horrified that a
woman of fif...[tch tch] would commit the disgusting
and immoral acts Linda was admitting to, indeed
boasting of!  The thought of allowing a man to place
his penis in her mouth was revolting as well as
indecent.  Steve knew better than to ask!  But even
more revolting was the idea of allowing a man to touch
her private parts with his hands or -- worse -- his
mouth.  Cokie knew from experience with Steve what
that led to.  It was not only sinful, but dangerous. 
Her second and third child (of the planned one) had
resulted when, in a moment of weakness, she allowed
Steve to touch her down there.  In no time she was
screaming in orgasm and Steve was in her, making her a
mommy again.

Cokie realized she was prone to sin in that way and
she struggled daily to resist the urges to pleasure
herself.  Before they married, she had thought Steve
was a nice boy who understood that sex was only for
having babies.  Instead, he went along with those
Post-Counciliar priests who said that sex could be a
means of expressing love or even just having fun! 
Cokie didn't buy it.  The nuns had been very specific
on that point.  She even felt guilty about allowing
Steve to fuck her on day twenty-seven.  The Pope had
said it was OK, but pleasure without procreation felt
like cheating.  Still, she did love Steve and knew how
he suffered on account of her virtue.  She had long
ago resigned herself to finding evidences of Steve
almost nightly sin with his had.  Now here was Linda,
whom she had always thought to be an upright woman,
glorying in giving and receiving pleasure not only
from out-of-wedlock intercourse, but also from the
most perverse acts Cokie could imagine.

Linda was so wound up from her close encounter with
Ricky she wouldn't shut up as she flung together ham,
cheese, bread and chips.  Putting some of those
expensive cooking lessons to use was obviously never
in her plans, or if it was, letting Ricky fondle her
titties and play with her pussy had knocked them right
out of her head.  Nina had little doubt why Linda was
so eager to get the mid-day meal behind them.

Had they never seen one of Dr. Althea's programs,
Linda rattled on.  Of course Linda recognized they
were on public TELEVISION, (Linda uttered the word as
if naming a lower phylum in the Linnean classification
of media, somewhere between "Hello" magazine and the
segmented worms), but the Doctor made such sense and
had helped her so much and her noon-time program was
on in just a few minutes and they just HAD to see it.

Linda gave Nina and Cokie no opportunity to object as
she hastily dumped three sandwiches for the men on a
tray with more beer, pushed another wine cooler into
the hands of her friends whom she left to make their
own sandwiches and wiggled off to give the boys lunch
(and another peek at her boobs).

Hilarious laughter from the sitting room drew Nina and
Cokie there double-time.  The two women were pretty
sure Ricky had made some crude remark about his older
girlfriend's new endowments and, far from chastising
him for his sexist attitude, their husbands were
lapping it up.  Lapping it up, in fact, was a pretty
good description of what Ricky was doing to Linda's
honkers, when her friends walked in.  Linda's boobies
had been popped out of the pesky blouse, and Ricky was
using his amazingly long tongue on them to make the
older woman squirm and giggle with delight.

Their spouses, however, had fallen stone silent.  It
wasn't hard to tell what had shut them up, though
their mouths hung open.  The television program that
Linda had been so keen for them all to see had begun. 
Their husbands' eyes were riveted to the brilliant
oversized screen where a voluptuous woman of
indefinite age was prancing and flirting with the
camera as she talked.  Both Nina and Cokie began
guessing which Miss Clairol bottle her hair color had
come from, though they wee pretty sure that was not
what held their spouses' attention.  More likely it
was the skirt that stopped at least five inches up her
thigh or the slit that continued up another two or
three.  On the other hand, it might also be the set of
knockers that seemed to be fairly screaming to be
released from a push-up bra and let out for manual
inspection.  But in their heart of hearts both women
knew what it really was: the beach-ball belly of the
television hostess.

'Men,' thought Nina, as she turned her attention to
the television.  As she suspected this Dr. Althea was
just an upscale version of the silly psychobabble
found on AM talk radio.  "Good communication was
important between partners"  What a cliche.  Wait, did
she hear that right?  Women were naturally eager to
please their men but needed to be told exactly what to
do?  "Loving but firm instruction is what we need,
guys" she giggled.  "A woman who has been trained to
do as she's told around the house will <sly smile> be
the kind of sex kitten you want her to be in bed."

There was something wrong about that, but Nina
couldn't figure out just what.  As she continued
listening, it started making more sense.  Of course,
Althea explained, if a man wanted a woman who was hot
for him day and night, he had to make it worth her
while.  Keeping her fucked stupid wasn't a physical
possibility, given the raging libido of a modern
woman.  But there were other ways.

Althea sympathized that some men had never been taught
that eating a woman properly could make her your
slave.  Therefore she had arranged for a
demonstration.  Then, right in front of Nina and
millions of other viewers, Althea lifted her maternity
dress and motioned off camera.  'My God,' Nina
thought, 'the slut isn't wearing panties and she is
DRIPPING.'  Nina hadn't seen the two men, who were
nodding silently, so rapt by a TV program since the
last Super Bowl.

Promptly a large, hairy man appeared and without
saying a word, buried his face in between Althea's
legs.  For the next forty-five minutes, until Althea
became incoherent during her umpteenth orgasm, the
nation was treated to the first narrated cunilingus
session ever shown on national television.  Near the
end it got so intense that Nina had to get a little
relief from her own fingers.  When she recovered, the
program was over and the scene had shifted to banks of
telephones.  It was pledge week and a voice was
saying, "The kind of quality programming you have just
enjoyed cannot survive without your generous support."
 Steve and Charles had their checkbooks out,
scribbling furiously.

'Men,' thought Cokie, as she turned her attention to
the television.  As she suspected this Dr. Althea was
just an upscale version of the silly psychobabble
found on AM talk radio.  Of course good communication
was important between partners.  What a cliche.  Wait,
did she hear that right?  Women should constantly ask
their partners what they could do to please them
better, how they could be sexier and more
accommodating in bed?  That was bullshit!  It was
perfectly obvious how to please a man.  They were all
just overgrown fourteen-year-old boys.  After all, a
bombshell like Cokie Roberts didn't need advice from
this blond bimbo.  A little red leather miniskirt
would knock Steve's sock off!  Some high heels would
put a wiggle in her walk that would get her fucked as
often as he could get it up.  She didn't have to ask
Steve anything.  The erection he'd get when she met
him a the door wearing nothing but heels and a bow
around her neck would be all the communication she
needed.  Of course she already knew what he really
wanted, for her to start on a second crop of babies. 
Well, she was fertile, he could get started tonight,
Hell, this afternoon.

When Cokie looked around, she saw Nina with a flushed
expression on her face and the boys with what can only
be described as a shit-eating grin.  Apparently Ricky
and Linda didn't need to watch a program about
improving communication.  Ricky had Linda her back on
a couch and was communicating about a third of his
large cock into the pussy of the spasming woman who
was crying out for more.  "Ricky, darling, don't tease
me like that.  I need it all in me!  Fuck me baby,
fuck me!

"Are you sure, Lindy-Windy" the athletic young man
teased, grinning and keeping up a tantalizingly slow
sawing motion in and out of his girlfriend's weeping
cunt.  "Don't you remember what happened the night we
met?"

"How can I forget, you beautiful SOB!" she gasped. 
"You felt me up in the bar until I couldn't think
straight, then took me to your apartment and fucked me
stupid."

"And what happens to girls who let boys fuck them
stupid without protection?"

"They get knocked up like I did, you bastard maker. 
Now shut up and put it to me!"

"You want me to do it again, to get you even more
pregnant?  To have a big bellyful of my baby?"

"Yes, yes, dammit!  I don't care if I get too big to
fit in my parking space, just FUCK ME!

Nina had been a little worried about how docile and
submissive Linda had been around Ricky.  Now she was
relieved to see that when Linda communicated clearly
with Ricky, telling him exactly what she wanted done,
he did it.  Go girl!  As the young man lengthened and
deepened his strokes and Linda's moans turned to
shrieks of ecstasy, Nina looked at Cokie and then at
Charles and smiled.  "I think I need a good long
<pause> nap," she said and headed down the hall toward
the bedrooms.

Cokie gave Steve a similarly seductive look and
replied, "Me too.  I'm feeling very <pause> sleepy,"
and sauntered toward the hall, giving her hips an
exaggerated wiggle.  Charles and Steve high fived and
followed their wives swaying assess.

*****

The first days following the vacation Linda saw a
marked improvement in both Nina's attitude and in
Cokie's attire.  Nina's bored indifference to her
husband, apparent to her friends, underwent a U turn. 
She wouldn't shut up about how affectionate Charles
was, how good looking, how intelligent, how
successful, how attentive, and how he fucked her
brains out night and morning.  Cokie, it turned out
had knees after all, though few noticed them when she
started showing so much flesh to the north.  Three,
then four, and finally five inch heels replaced the
drab flats she wore and suddenly her arms grew
bracelets and bangles and her fingers and toes were
painted in a dazzling sequence of colors.  The topper
was when she bent over one day to reveal a small heart
tattooed just inches below her ass-cheeks.

A few weeks later Cokie and Nina burst into Linda's
cubical, laughing excitedly.  "Linda, we've just come
from Dr. Vargas's clinic and..." Cokie almost
shrieked.

Nina interrupted her little friend, "Since he's got
time to plan, he's going to get us adjoining rooms in
Sibley Maternity," she announced with a smirk.

"So, the week at the beach did it, eh?  I'm so happy
for you!" Linda gushed a little insincerely, hugging
the two women against her own now very noticeable
tummy.  "I guess that makes us about even," she
continued with a hint of triumph in her voice.  "Ricky
has given me twins!"

To be continued?

Comments, please to 
Homer Vargas
Vargas111@Yahoo.com


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My stories are now found on
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http://www.eroticstories.com (Thanks, Art)
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Vargas/www/stories.html (Thanks Kristen)

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