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Subject: {ASSM} Race Suicide   MF / MF lt bond con / birth / MF rom 1st
Date: Mon, 18 Nov 2002 16:10:03 -0500
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This is an erotic story set during the first decade of
the twentieth century.  It is for the private
enjoyment of our audience.   Any resemblence to actual
persons and events is purely coincidental.  Any
distribution of the descriptions and accounts in this
story without the express permission of the
commissioner is prohibited.  No animals were harmed in
writing this story.  Constructive criticism is
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Enjoy

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Dr. Jon Freeman was having dinner with his friend
Paula Green in a fine Philadelphia restaurant. 
Suddenly he got off his chair and bent down on one
knee.
	He said, "I have known you for many years, and have
grown fond of you and love you.  I sincerely believe
we would be good together.  I talked to your parents,
and they fully agree.  Would you do me the honor of
becoming my wife?"
	Paula had dreaded this moment, even though she knew
it was inevitable, and was prepared for it.
	She replied, "No, thank you."
	Jon resumed his seat in disbelief.
	"No?"
	"No."
	"Why not?  Is there someone else?"
	"There is no one else.  I like you and hope we can
remain friends.  But I do not want to get married, to
you or to anyone else."
	"What have you against marriage?"
	"It's not for me.  I have a good job.  If I get
married, I might have to quit, especially if I get
pregnant.  They don't like pregnant teachers."
	"Don't you want children?"
	"I have children.  A different class every year. 
They are all the children I need."
	"Do you want to grow old and die an old maid school
teacher?"
	"What's wrong with that?   Many of my friends are old
maid school teachers.  Besides, I think marriage would
limit me.  I don't want to be subservient to a man,
even one as nice as you.  I don't want to do the
things that wives have to do.  I think it's
disgusting."
	"I wouldn't limit your work on behalf of women's
suffrage."
	Jon was in favor of women getting the vote.   He knew
many women, including Paula,  who were more serious
and intelligent than most men.  However, somehow he
hoped that Paula would be less involved after they got
married. 
	"I know.  It's the other stuff too."
	"You mean the physical stuff of marriage and having
babies?"
	Paula just winced and said nothing.
	Jon wanted to get married for the same reason he
wanted a car.  It would make his life easier.  
Physicians were one of the first professions to obtain
private cars because they made them more productive. 
A physician with a car could make 50% more house calls
per day, and thus make 50% more money.  Jon had been
in practice for over two years,  primarily consisting
of Jewish, Irish and middle European working class and
middle class patients, usually immigrants or the
children of immigrants. 
	Jon sincerely liked Paula.  He thought she was
pretty, intelligent, and fun to be with.  He also
thought that if he got married, he could limit his
relations with Mary, Sophie and the others.  He
thought all middle class girls like Paula wanted to
marry.  He was not sure where he would turn next.
	When Paula's parents heard the news, they were
horrified.  Her mother bemoaned her loss of
grandchildren, even though she already had four from
Paula's older brothers.   Grandchildren from a
daughter were more special than grandchildren from a
son.  
	"How could you be so ungrateful and selfish?   "  
her mother demanded.
	"I think it is selfish to want grand children from
me.   My body would have to pay the price."  Paula
replied.
	"I knew we should not have sent her to than normal
school to learn teaching.   They just put ideas in her
head."  he father added.
	"Dr.  Freeman is a very nice man. You said so
yourself.  His practice is starting to grow.  He will
soon be able to support you very nicely."  her mother
pleaded. 
	"I don't want his support.   I can take care of
myself."
	"They say that we're committing race suicide by
middle class families not having enough children.  
All the children are Irish and Italian."  Her mother
added.
	"Who happen to be my pupils.  Look, it's hard to have
children if you're not married, and it's hard to get
married, if that means surrendering identity to a man.
 If  they want women to get married, they should give
us equal power and the vote."
	"In that case,  unless you reconsider, you should
take  care of yourself some where else.  I don't want
such an ungrateful daughter in my house."   Paula's
father said.
	Paula moved in with another teacher the next week.  
Her male friends were as perplexed as Jon, but her
female friends were very supportive.   Even her 
married girl friends knew that a woman surrendered her
independence and part of her identity upon marriage. 
Her property and income would be in her husband's
name.
	Jon was stuck.  He did not know any
woman as nice as Paula.   Most of his friends were
male.  He had relations with patients such as Mary and
Sophie, but they were not suitable for marriage.   In
general, they were older than Jon,   married
themselves to men who drank too much,  and had several
children. Because they were Roman Catholic, divorce
was not an option.  The priests considered marriage a
sacrament between God and the couple, but they
understood the weaknesses of human flesh.    
	Jon's relation with Mary began when one of her
children contracted whooping cough.  He went to the
house several times, treating the child and limiting
the spread of infection.  When he demanded payment of
ten dollars, Mary replied that she did not have it.  
	"Why not?  Your husband makes good money and you have
nice furniture."  Jon pointed out.
	"My husband drinks all our money.  I have an
arrangement with his boss to collect part of his pay. 
 I get the furniture in other ways."  Mary said.
	"What other ways?"  
	"I'll come by your office after hours and show you." 
 Mary said, suggestively. 
	"Come by when your son is better."  Jon said. 
	Jon tried to control his desire for sex, but he found
that difficult.  Like most students in his generation,
he lost his virginity to some hookers while he was in
college.  At that time, college was not required for
medical school, but at least two years were
recommended.   In medical school, he and his class
mates found some nurses who could be generous with
their bodies.  He tried to avoid relations with his
patients, but was finding that almost impossible.  
Seduction of patients,"male or female, bond or free,"
was expressly forbidden by the Hippocratic oath.  Jon
reasoned that he wasn't seducing his patients, just
enjoying what they gave him freely.   
	Mary arrived at his office after hours to following
week.   Jon had his office in the front of his
apartment, which was on the first floor of a two
family flat.  He live in the back.  He hoped to move
upstairs in the flat when he got married. 
	Mary said, "I can show you better how I pay for
things if we go to a place with more privacy."	
	They went back to his bedroom.
	As Jon sat on the bed, Mary removed her blouse and
skirt.  She paraded around the room in just her corset
and petticoat.   
	She said, "If you untie this corset,  you are
accepting what is under it as full payment for
everything  you did for my son."
	Jon wanted her more than he wanted the money.  He
realized he could get the money from somewhere else,
but he couldn't get such a pretty girl.  He untied the
corset and pulled it off her body.  Even having
several children did not diminish her full breasts.  
He gave in to the desire to feel each one.  She stood
facing him while Jon fondled her. 
	"Do you want me to undress you, Doctor?"  she asked.
	"No.  I can to it  myself."  Jon replied.
	He quickly removed his shirt and slacks and hung them
in his closet.  When returned, she was lying naked on
the bed, with her knees bent and legs parted wide.  It
was an invitation he could not refuse.  He joined her
on the bed.  
	Jon resumed playing with her breasts and pussy.  Mary
enjoyed what he was doing to her.  Some of her lovers
were too fast, but Jon was taking his time.  She
murmured and sighed as his hands wondered over her
body.   Jon replaced his hands on her tits with his
mouth.   He kissed her breasts, and then kissed her
stomach and legs.  
	"You really know how to treat a woman, Doctor."  She
said.
	Jon took that to mean he was doing something right. 
Mary wasn't a prissy good shoes like Paula.  She knew
how to enjoy her body.  And Jon wanted to enjoy her
body, too.  Jon removed his shorts.  
	"This piece of rubber will work as a condom."  he
said.
	"Please don't use that, because I'm Catholic.  Just
be careful.  Besides, I'm probably too old to get
pregnant."
	At thirty six, she probably was not, but Jon did not
want go into that now. 
	"Don't worry about it.   Let's just have a good
time."  Jon said.
	"Yes.  I want you now."
	Jon found her slit.  He inserted a finger, and then
another.   
	She sighed and said, "I want something bigger than a
finger."
	Jon had no trouble finding an erection, with this
sexy woman next to him.  He climbed on top and thrust
his penis in her eager pussy.  
	"Fill me up.   Doctor, you're the cure."
	He moved slowly inside her.  She lifted her legs over
his back, and pressed against him.  She pumped her
legs like a bicycle.  Jon started to move faster.  He
wanted this piece more than anything.  
	"Yeh,   Do me.  Pump me for all you're worth."   She
exclaimed.
	"You feel  great.  I'm going to take you  now."  Jon
said, between grunts.
	"Take me.  Take me."  She closed her eyes and let the
feeling engulf her.  It started between her legs and
flowed all over her body.  Soon, she was swimming in
pleasure.  
	Jon's tension was on the edge.   A few more thrusts
and he was over.  He quickly pulled out and let his
whipped cream pulse over her stomach.   She grabbed
his prick and squeezed him until he was dry.  
	Jon lay next to her for several minutes.  
	Mary said, "That was the best I've had in a while. 
You were better than most of my other lovers.  We
should do that the next time someone is sick."
	Jon knew better than to ask about her other lovers. 
	"I enjoyed it too. We don't have to wait until
someone is sick."
	"Good.   I just don't want my husband to find out. 
But some men would take advantage of a woman in my
position."
	"I won't take advantage of you.  I'm sure we can work
out a way."
	Mary cleaned herself off and got dressed.  She kissed
Jon before she left.  They agreed that Jon would call
her when he wanted to see her,  and she would see if
she was available.   Jon started calling several times
a month.    When ever he saw her, he always brought a
present for her and the children.   However, he always
called her Mary and she always called him Doctor or
Doctor Freeman.  Somehow, her husband never found out,
or at least never cared. 
	  Jon was careful never to demand sex from his
patients.  From his middle class patients he preferred
to be paid in cash.  Gradually, the word spread around
the neighborhood that Jon would accept sex in lieu of
payment for medical care from his working class
patients, many of whom could not afford the fees
anyway.  
	Jon found himself in relations with several women.  
However, his favorite was Sophie.
She had been pressured by her parents into marrying a
much older man.   Her husband was mean, and beat her
when she miscarried.   His temper also got him into
trouble with other men.   He was partially disabled
after a bar room brawl.  He could work, but preferred
to wallow in anger and self-pity.  Even though he
could not move very fast,  Sophie bore the brunt of
his outbursts.  Like many abused women, Sophie felt
she somehow deserved it.   Jon wanted to help her, but
he did know how.  
	He was treating Sophie for headaches.  In addition to
some aspirin, he suggested that she just leave town
for a few hours, to breathe better.
	She said, "Doctor, I'd love to go away, but I don't
know how.  I need some one to take me."
	He said, "I could take you for a ride in the country
for a few hours."
	"In your car?   I've never been in a motor car.  I
would do anything you ask just to get away."   
	The next Sunday, Jon picked Sophie up at church.  
She told her husband she was staying at church for a
social function, and told some friends to cover for
her.
	They had a delightful time in Jon's new Oldsmobile. 
Sophie was thrilled to be treated like a lady rather
than a drudge.  They found a country inn where they
had an expensive dinner, complete with wine. 
	Jon said, "I want to take you upstairs,  to show you
how much I like you."
	Sophie was expecting this, but she was too excited by
how she was being treated to say no.  
	When they got to the room, Jon pulled Sophie into his
arms.
	Sophie said, "I love the way you treat me.  I'll do
anything you ask, provided you don't hurt me too
badly."
	"I promise to make you feel good, not to hurt you.  
You deserve some fun in your life."
	"Then let me have it."
	"Let me have your dress."
	Sophie pulled off the dress rapidly.  Jon also
stripped  down to his underwear.
	Jon said, "Stand there next to the bed, so I can
admire your beauty.  But don't move and don't talk."
	Jon got behind her and untied her corset, letting it
drop to the floor.  He reached around to touch her
breasts.  He pressed each one firmly, eliciting a
small squeal.  He then pulled down her slip and
reached  inside her panties.  He touched her slit, but
did not fondle it.  He bent down to pull down  the
panties, leaving her naked.   All the time, Sophie
stood next to the bed, holding the bed board.  The
fondles and touches were making her fidget.
	Jon stood behind her again and placed a finger in her
slit.
	"OOh," sighed Sophie, shifting her weight.
	"I told you not to move."  Jon demanded.
	He resumed his efforts on her box.  Sophie was having
a hard time not responding to the assault.  
	"If you move any more, I'm going to have to tie you
up."  Jon warned.
	Sophie secretly wished that Jon would tie her and do
obscene things to her, but she could not admit it. 
Instead, she just shifted from side to side.
	"That does it."  Jon announced.
 	He grabbed her and through her on the back on the
bed.    He brought some rope and  tied her legs on
different sides of the foot board, leaving her
completely exposed.  He tied her arms loosely to
headboard, so she could not move.  
	"Now I'm going to have some fun with you."  Jon said.
	"I hope so.  Just don't hurt me."  Sophie protested.
	He pulled off his underwear and climbed onto the bed.
 He lunged head first toward her box.   He placed
several fingers inside, while he explored her clitoris
with his tongue.  She reacted with an immediate squeal
of delight.  Jon showed no mercy with his mouth. She
tried to move, but the ropes held her, so she had to
accept what he was doing.  That made her feel even
more excited.  She moaned even louder as he sucked her
labia and thrust fingers in her vagina.  Jon was
having just the effect he wanted.
	"Oh wow.  My whole inside is erupting."  She
screamed.     Any one trying to sleep in the inn would
have awakened.    Fortunately, it was during the day,
and all other occupants were doing what they were
doing.   
	It took her a few minutes to recover her normal
breathing.  
	Jon then got on top of her near her mouth and said,
"It's time for you to return the favor."  
	"I want to do it to you, too." She said.
	He untied her hands and placed a pillow under her
head.  He then thrust his prick right in the face. 
She placed both hands on it and guided it to her lips.
 She had never kissed a penis before, but she
understood instinctively what to do.  She rubbed him
and kissed him, watching him expand like a balloon. 
He thrust his prick into her and started to have sex
with her mouth.   She had trouble containing him, but
tried valiantly.   
	"You will get better at this with practice.  But I
don't want to finish this way."  Jon said.	
	He moved down the bed until his hard prick was
leaning against her soft pussy.     He then put it in
as hard and deep as he could.  Her legs were still
tied to the bed, giving him complete access to her
body.  
	She put her arms around him, pulling him closer.  Her
excitement made her claw and scratch at him.  Again
she moaned, breathlessly.
	"Take me!  Do me! As hard as you can!"  she pleaded.
	"I want you now."  He said, grunting.
	"Yes! Yes!  I'm going off again!"  she exclaimed.
	Jon felt his prick about to boil over.   He quickly
removed it, letting love juice surge over her stomach.
 She grabbed to try to milk it, getting all the fluid
she could. 
	Jon stood up and untied her legs.  He pulled her up
in the bed and lay next to her.  
	"I  told you we were going to have fun."  he said.
	"I hope there is more where that came from."  she
replied.
	"Yes, but not today.  It's getting dark and we have
to drive back to the city."
	After laying there for a few minutes, they washed
themselves off and got dressed.   Sophie became Jon's
primary lover, because she was compliant with any of
his wishes. 
	 Jon had difficulty obtaining  condoms, because the
authorities thought they were obscene.   People like
Anthony Comstock cracked down on contraception,
pornography and  prostitution.  They wanted middle
class American men  to produce more babies with their
wives.  They were concerned by the image of race
suicide that Paula's mother mentioned.  But their
actions had the opposite effect.  They did  not
realize that the decline in birth rates was caused by
middle class American women, like Paula, who were
delaying  marriage or avoiding it altogether.   In the
meanwhile,  working class women , like Mary and
Sophie, continued to get pregnant.  
	Jon was happy to bring some joy to Sophie's life, but
he felt guilty for taking advantage of her
vulnerability.  After getting from  Jon, Sophie was
better able to take care of and give to her husband. 
But Sophie was not suitable as a wife.  Jon was still
seeing her when he proposed to Paula.
	On December 31, 1909,  Jon was invited to a New
Year's Eve party.  Paula was also there, invited
separately by a mutual friend, Sara.  Sara was also
Jon's patient because she was almost nine months
pregnant.  
	At the party, Jon spent much of the time with a
younger girl,  Judy.   Paula saw them together and got
up set.  When Paula gave Jon a reprimanding look, Jon
said, "I can talk to whom ever I please.  You have no
hold on me."  
	Paula realized that was true, but she did not like
it.   Most of the people at the party were either
married or engaged.    Paula felt alone.   She sought
out her friend Sara and told her about Jon.
	"You should get Jon to propose to you.   You were
seeing him last year."   Sara said.
	"He did.  I turned him down.   Why do all these
people get married?  Look at you.  What did your
husband do to you to make you so big and pregnant?"
	"He did not do anything to me.  I did it to him.  You
should not have rejected Jon.   You're almost twenty
eight.  Where else will you find such a fine young
man?  Love is going to pass you bye. "
	"I don't want to do what people do  when they get
married.  It's disgusting."			"I'll tell you a secret.
 If you are married to a gentle and loving man, it can
be wonderful."   Sara was glowing.  
	The party continued for several hours, with Jon
having fun with Judy and Paula feeling miserable.  
Suddenly Sara shrieked and almost doubled over.  Jon
came up to her and felt her stomach.   He then lead
her to the bed room. 
	He announced, "We're going to have another guest at
the party.  I have to get my doctor's bag.  Somebody
boil some water. "
	The other guests were upset that the party was
interrupted.  
	Somebody said, "I live near by.  Let's move the party
to my house.  Happy New Year! Good bye, Jon.   Good
luck, Sara."
	All the guests picked up the food and drink to
continue the party elsewhere.  Even Judy left her new
doctor friend to join the others.  All except Paula. 
She and Sara's husband got busy boiling water to
sterilize some rags and Jon's instruments.
	"Can I help?"  Paula asked Jon.
	"Have you ever delivered a baby before?"
	"No."
	"Can you follow instructions?"
	"Yes."
	"Then you can help."
	Jon taught Paula how to take a pulse.   They placed
sterile clothes around Sara.  Jon was a firm believer
in the new germ theory of disease, which required that
everything be as clean as possible to avoid infection.
He and Paula put on sterile cloth masks.   Sara's
husband, Tom, had left to get her parents.
	Sara was crying from the pain.  
	"We'll need to give her some ether to dull the pain."
	He taught Paula how to administer the ether though a
mask.
	"Don't give too much, even if she asks for it.  We
want her to be conscious for the baby's sake as well
as hers.  If her pulse gets too low, stop the ether
altogether."
	"Won't that leave her in pain?"
	"Not as much.  Remember, our mothers did not have
ether at all."
	Paula took  Sara's pulse and talked to her
encouragingly.  Paula knew in theory how babies get
born, but she had never seen it happen.  She looked on
with a combination of disgust and fascination.  Jon
had Sara pushing with all her might.   Jon used his
forceps, and gently pulled out a head and then a body.
 
	"Sara, you have the most beautiful little boy.  
Paula, tell Tom he's a daddy."
	By the time Ted had returned with Sara's parents, Jon
had cut the umbilical cord and cleaned the baby.   He
weighed and measured him.  He placed him by Sara's
breasts.  Soon he was sucking away, getting Sara's
milk to flow.   She was crying with joy and relief to
see her little son. Paula was touched, too. 
	"The first baby of the year.   We'll fill out the
birth certificate tomorrow."  Jon announced. 
	"Your man did a fine job,"  Tom said to Paula. 
	"Yes, thank you."  
	By this time, it was about three in the morning.  It
also had started to snow.  Jon and Paula were tired.  
Because Jon lived close by, and Paula lived several
miles away,  he suggested that she sleep at his house.

	Jon gave Paula his bed and made up the couch for
himself.  He also offered her the use of his pajamas
and tooth brush.  
	"I'm very tired.  It's been a long day.   See you in
the morning.  Good night."  Jon gently kissed her and
went to bed.  
	Jon had no trouble sleeping,  but Paula was excited
about the day and nervous in a strange bed.  When she
finally awoke, Jon was in the kitchen making coffee
and eggs. 
	She stumbled in, slightly dazed.  Then the thought
hit her with complete clarity.
	She said, "I have something to say to you, Jon. 
Yes."
	"Yes, what?"
	"Yes, I will marry you."	
	Jon was so excited he pulled her into his arms an
hugged her tight.
	"Whoa,"  she said.  "Give me some time to get used to
sharing my life with a man."
	"What changed your mind?"
	"Sara.  She wanted that baby so much, I thought maybe
there is something to it.   And I gained some new
appreciation of you.  You were wonderful with her. 
And finally, Judy.  I'm twenty eight.  I don't want to
share you with any one else."    
	She held Jon's hand, while he caressed it softly.
	When she announced her new decision,  Paula's parents
were as happy as they were horrified the first time.
Her mother wanted to make a big wedding, but she also
wanted to her to get married soon.   Paula was not in
rush, but she knew they would have to wait until a
school vacation.   
	Paula loved being engaged, with a ring on her finger.
 She and Jon went to plays and concerts together. 
They had a lot of fun.  But Paula put him off whenever
he wanted to feel her body.
	"Let's wait until we're married for that."  she said.
	Although she was not in a rush, her mother arranged
for a wedding in June.  Paula tried to avoid most of
the planning decisions, so her mother was too happy to
do everything.   
	One day, Paula received a strange anonymous letter.  
It said, "Congratulations on taking Dr. Jon.   Dozens
of women are envious.   Take good care of him.   If
you don't, he'll come right back to us."
	Jon pretended that he did not know anything about the
letter, but he could tell it came from Mary.   About
the same time, Sophie announced that she was pregnant.
  She said that the father was her husband, but it
might have been Jon.  Regardless, Jon was happy for
her, but referred to a different physician for her
care.   
	Finally, the big day came.  Jon and Paula stood under
the wedding canopy and recited their vows.  Paula
dealt with her wedding night jitters by not thinking
about it.  Jon had proposed a honey moon in Atlantic
City.  It would be the first vacation he had taken in
years.
	They took a ferry across the Delaware and a train to
the coast. They were so tired, Paula slept part of the
trip.  Jon had rented a luxury room at a fine hotel.  
	Jon said, "Now that were married, may I touch you?"
	"Be gentle with me, Jon.  I want to be a good wife to
you, but I never did anything like this."
	"I'll try to restrain myself.    But I want you so
much."
	"What do I have to do?"
	"Let's just get into bed.  All you have to do is
relax and enjoy being with me."
	They got ready for bed.  She had never had anyone in
her bed before, but she knew it was part of being
married.   
	He put his arms around her, and pulled her close. He
rubbed her back, to get her to relax.  They were so
tired, they fell asleep.  
	The next morning they got up for breakfast.
	Paula asked, "Am I still a virgin?"
	Jon laughed quietly. "Do you feel like one?"
	"I don't know."
	"We'll have a lot of time to find out."
	Jon was happy that Paula was relaxing with him.  He
knew to never start a marriage with a rape.  They
spent the day on the board walk and went swimming in
the ocean.  When they went back to the hotel to change
for dinner,  Jon suddenly seized her and kissed her
passionately.  
	"Why did you do that?"  She asked. 
	"Because you're a woman, and my wife, and I love
you."
	Paula felt good that he wanted her so.   She resolved
to let him do what ever he wanted.
	"Let's do it, now.   Take me."  she said. 
	 She removed her light summer dress.  She did not
wear a corset in the summer, so her breasts were
visible through her petticoat.    Jon gently made her
lie on the bed.  He kissed her on the cheek, and then
moved down her body.  He touched her breasts through
petticoat.  
	"I don't want to hurt you.  If anything doesn't feel
right, please tell me."  He said, quietly.  
	"You're making me tingle,"  she said with a giggle.
	He reached under the petticoat and felt her panties. 
She instinctively pressed her legs together.  
	"Let me play with you.  Everything will be fine.  I
promise."  He said, gently.
	She tried to relax.  His actions caused her legs to
tingle, too.  He reached into her panties, and played
with her pussy.
	"What are you doing?"  she asked.
	"Does that feel good?"
	"Yes.   I never felt that way before."
	"Good."
	He continued to play with her pussy.  She closed her
eyes, sighing.   
	"Let me take your petticoat and panties."  He said.
	It felt strange for her to be naked next to a man,
but it also felt appropriate.  She was now a married
lady.  He leaned over her, covering her body with
kisses and caresses.  She wanted him to pleasure her. 

	Suddenly he got up.
	"What's wrong?"  She asked.
	"Nothing.  You have an advantage over me. I'm still
wearing my clothes." 
	He rapidly stripped.   She had never seen a naked
man, either.  She was intrigued by his entire shape,
especially the cylinder protruding between his legs. 
She felt that it had something to do with consummating
the marriage.  She grabbed it and examined it.
	"Does this have something to do with copulating?" 
she asked.
	"Yes.  But I prefer to call it making love, not
copulating.  That sounds clinical, and I want to be
romantic."
	She smiled.  "Then let's make love."
	He joined her in the bed.  He resumed his kisses, but
paid greater attention to her pussy.  She wiggle it at
him, trying get more feeling.  
	Jon could no longer retrain himself.   He climbed on
top of her and placed his penis at the entrance of her
vagina.  He slowly moved it inside.  Paula closed her
eyes, waiting for him to make his move.  She feared
that it would hurt, but it was no more than a pin
prick, which was overwhelmed by the pleasant feelings.
  He moved in her, until he was fully inside.
	"Congratulations, Mrs. Freeman.   You are a married
woman.  And you feel wonderful." Jon said.
	"I did not expect it to feel this good,"  Paula said.
	"Yes.   Go with the feeling."  Jon urged.
	He wanted her.   He quickened his pace. He started to
thrust harder.   He did not want to withdraw, as he
would with a mistress.   He wanted to fill her with
semen.  
	"My God, what is happening to me?"  She said, her
mouth open.
	"You have the feelings of a woman."  he said.
	"This is wonderful.   Oh Jon!"  she exclaimed,  as
her body exploded.  
	His body also exploded.  Love juice poured out of his
prick like molten lava.  He gripped her tight, putting
all his energy into her.  She let the energy enter her
and fill her.  
	After a few minutes, he pulled out and lay next to
her.
	"To answer your question of this morning, no you are
not a virgin.  You are my wife.  Thank you."
	"And you are my husband and deliverer.   I don't know
why I was afraid of that."
	"Because you didn't know any better.  I'm glad I
could help you find out.  But we're going to have to
be more  careful from now on.   I don't think we want
a baby yet."
	"No.  Not yet."
	They kissed and got dressed for dinner.   That night,
they made love again. 
	 When they returned from the honey moon, Paula went
to see Sara and her baby.
	"How was it?"  Sara asked, expectantly.
	"Oh Sara.  It was the best ever.  I am so happy.  I
was such a ninny not to see it."  
	"Now, you have to settle in to being a doctor's
wife."
	"It will be hard, but with his love, I think I will
be fine."
	Jon occasionally still called on Sophie or Mary, just
for diversion.   But in his heart, he remained loyal
to his wife.   
	Two years later Paula gave birth to Jon's son.  A
daughter followed in 1915.  They no longer thought
about race suicide.  
	
	

	
	
	


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