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Lenia Bound
by rache

Copyright 2005-2009 Rachael Ross all rights reserved
rache696@yahoo.com
This story is a revision of a previous post to ASSM by the author.
Synopsis:Some people would say that sixteen is too young to meet the
man of your dreams, but Lisa isn't the sort of girl to argue with
fate, even if it does mean getting impregnated, married, and moving to
a place far, far away.
Codes: M/f, SciFi, Romance, First, Oral, Bestiality, Impregnation)

Note: This story is posted in three parts for convenience. This is
part 1 of 3 (if you're counting)

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Lenia Bound


I'd put it off as long as I could, but I was sure my parents would
sense something different about me. I mean, I hid the morning sickness
pretty well, and it wasn't really that bad. I just had it once in
awhile and mostly at night, not in the mornings at all. My tummy
wasn't showing yet, but my breasts were more sensitive, a little puffy
too, I thought. But that could have been only my imagination.

I wondered for the hundredth time if I should really be talking to
both of them. Maybe getting my mom alone would be better. Certainly
not Daddy though, he could be too over-protective as it was. When he
found out, it was going to be bad. I needed to tell him though, and
for sure Mom wouldn't tell him. She'd want to, just to protect me, but
she also knew that I had responsibilities...and owning up to the fact
that I was pregnant was one of them.

It was all David's fault anyway. I frowned at myself in the mirror. I
looked blurry and I wiped at the fog from my recent hot shower. I'm
only sixteen anyway, just really starting to feel comfortable with
myself. Or I was. It seemed like every month for the last two years
I'd changed, becoming someone else. My boobs got bigger, my baby fat
started going away. My body started looking like I had some muscle
tone instead of just soft all over. People used to say I was cute, now
they told me I was beautiful. But here I was, changing again.

I put the palm of my hand on my tummy, pushing a little, just to see
if I might be able to feel anything. But I couldn't, of course. It was
still too soon. But sometimes I could feel something moving, just a
little, and the first time it happened, just a few days before, I'd
sat down and cried. I don't know why. I hadn't been sad or anything. I
think I'd sorta liked it. But I'd only felt it twice, maybe three
times since then, and that third time might have been the pizza I'd
eaten earlier for lunch.

I leaned close to the mirror, looking at my face. It looked like I was
crying again, because my hand had made little drops of water where I'd
wiped the glass and they ran down my reflection slowly. My green eyes
were clear though, maybe a little tired looking, but not so bad. Not
like I feared. I'd been having a hard time falling asleep. I licked my
lips and opened my mouth, looking at my white, even teeth before I
brushed them. I'd been looking through pregnancy stuff. You know,
pamphlets and articles in magazines and stuff like that. Not really
looking for it, not being obvious, but when you really are pregnant...
Well, I'd never noticed those things before. But now it seemed like I
saw it everywhere I looked.

One thing I'd read said that babies steal calcium from the mother.
There was an old saying in the article, 'Have a baby, lose a tooth.'
I'd worn braces for eighteen months. The thought of losing one of my
teeth, even one of the ones in the very back where no one would know,
filled me with a very real fear. I'd started drinking about a gallon
of milk a day now and that was another reason my parents were
wondering about me, or so I thought.

And David. I'd called him, when I'd gone about six days late and
really started to worry...

"David?" I held the phone close to my mouth, cupping it as I
whispered. "I'm late!"

"Huh?" He was drinking something and it sounded pretty annoying, that
soft electric gurgle.

"I'm late. I think..." I looked around and lowered my voice, "...I think
I'm pregnant."

"Really?" That noise stopped then. "How, uh...late? You mean your menses...
right?"

"My period, David. Yeah." I frowned at him, even though he couldn't
see it. "Six days. I've never..."

"Okay."

"...gone six days, David, and..."

"Right. Okay, Lisa."

"...I'm scared David!"

"Can I talk?" He used his sarcastic voice, maybe knowing that it would
at least snap me out of my panic. Anger was better than panic, right?
"Thank you. Have you tested yourself?"

"Tested? No. What test...I'm late. I told you..."

"Girls are late all the time, believe me." He sounded bored, doubtful
even, and I'd expected a bit more excitement out of him. But David has
five sisters, and he is a doctor, so he did know what he was talking
about. I knew he'd probably seen his share of panic.

"...But I..."

"Even girls who are never late, Lisa. Now listen, I'll meet you right
after school tomorrow. Okay? Just come by the clinic first thing and
we'll find out for sure."

"But I have cheerleading and..." I felt suddenly reluctant; bad news can
do that to a person. I went to the clinic every day, but now...

"Cheerleading can wait, Lisa," he chuckled softly. "Besides, if you
are pregnant then cheerleading practice becomes a little...pointless,
don't you think?"

I wished he hadn't said that. I'd almost calmed down.

"Oh God!" I moaned into the phone. "But you said..."

"Shhh...Quiet now. Go lie down, read a book, paint your nails or
something and I'll see you tomorrow. Okay?"

I nodded uselessly. "Do you think..."

"No, not right now. It was just one time, Lisa," he said. "A really
small chance, okay? Now, I've got to go...so you just relax."

"But..." I sighed. He was right, as usual. "I love you, David."

"I love you too, Lisa," his voice sounded gentle, as it always did
when he said it.

All of that had happened almost a month before and our one time had
been more than enough, at least for me, and we'd done it a lot of
times, actually. I'd gotten very, totally pregnant. David bought me an
ice cream cone at Baskin-Robbins after we found out for certain. We
took our cones outside, into sunshine so bright it didn't seem like
there could be anything wrong anyplace. But there was.

"What am I going to do?" I sat on the top of a plastic picnic table,
my feet on the bench next to my book bag.

David sat like a normal person, on the bench on the other side, facing
my back and his voice seemed to come from nowhere. "You're not going
to get an abortion or anything, right?" He was worried suddenly that
I'd change my mind, now that I really was pregnant.

"No!" I hadn't even considered that as a remote possibility. I'd been
born and raised seriously Catholic, but even if I wasn't, the idea of
killing...of doing that..."No," I shook my head.

"Good." He'd started crunching his waffle cone already and I'd barely
eaten any of my pistachio.

"But what am I going to do?" I repeated, feeling like I'd start crying
any second. I wished it would rain.

"Don't do anything. Just take care of yourself." I felt his hand
rubbing my back. "You'll be a good mother, Lisa."

I snorted. "Yeah right!" I jerked away from him. "Thanks a lot. You
got me into this, David. It's your fault, you know!"

"Oh now, Lisa..." he sighed. "You weren't complaining either."

"No." I knew he was right and I hadn't been complaining at all. I'd
been excited and hot and...and irresponsible, I told myself. David had
warned me, told me what could happen. Asked me if I was sure and I'd
smiled and giggled and flirted and done everything I could to get...
pregnant. But only because I hadn't seriously thought I actually
would.

I swallowed hard and tossed my ice cream away. A tear was running down
my cheek.

"I'm going home." I picked up my book bag and I didn't look back.

"Call me, Lisa," David said as I left. "I need to see you. Everyday,
remember?"

"Yeah." I wiped at my cheek and waved over my shoulder. I'd feel bad
later for wanting to hurt him like that, but...

=-=-=

Part of being Catholic, maybe the best part, is the guilt. And I don't
mean that in some weird self-abuse way. I mean it in the sense that
guilt is in our nature. We're born guilty and then baptized, and then
we sin, and we go to confession...It's a natural part of our lives. To
have regrets and seek forgiveness. I was comfortable with it. I liked
it and I even understood it, although I think most people don't.

"Forgive me Father for I have sinned. It's been two weeks since my
last confession." I said the words the way I always did at St.
Benedict's, but this time they felt...heavier. Like they meant
something.

"The Lord is listening, my child. Confess your sins with an open heart
and the Lord will forgive you."

"Yes Father. I, uh...I lied to my mom, a couple times about going to my
friend's house after school. I went to, um...see my boyfriend. And I
swore. I said damn once, when my pen leaked at school. It ruined my
skirt, Father, and made a blue spot..." I paused knowing I was avoiding
what I really wanted to say, "...on my thigh."

"I see."

It was quiet for a long time and I wondered if father McDougal had
gone asleep. But he hadn't. He just knew everything there was to know
about confession. He'd been a priest for 51 years, at least that's
what he always said.

I sighed. "Father, I...I'm not a virgin anymore."

"Uhhhh..." he made a sound and I didn't know what it meant. We sat there
a few more minutes, very quietly.

"I had sex and, um..." I swallowed and squinched my nose like I do when
I really don't want to say something, "...I'm pregnant, Father."

I started crying then, not a few little tears either. This was the cry
I'd been waiting for. Ten days after I'd found out I was pregnant and
I hadn't let it go until then. I pulled up my knees, hugging them to
my breasts and I wailed, rocking and bumping my back again the heavy
dark wood behind me. It hurt, like a headache, like a cramp in my
tummy. It hurt like someone was dying and I couldn't stop it.

I cried for a long time and Father McDougal left his half of the
confessional and came to mine, opening the door and helping me out. He
gave me a handkerchief and brought me to the side of the alter, by the
statue of the Virgin Mary, and we sat down on the steps there at her
feet. I hid my face in that white shroud of cloth, soaking it with
shame and afraid to look up.

"Am I going to hell, Father?" I asked softly.

"No." He sat very close to me and his voice seemed old and dry like
sandpaper.

"I didn't mean to get pregnant." I rolled my head on my shoulders. "I
thought...I just thought..."

"Does the child's father know?" he asked me gently and I nodded. "And
how does he feel about it."

I didn't say anything. I couldn't say anything. I only sat there and
shivered and so Father McDougal doubtless thought the worst.

"I've been a priest 51 years, Lisa, and I've seen this before." His
voice was meant to comfort, but his words were only making it worse
for me. "A child is a great gift, however it comes. But too often we
forget that and we see only the problems, only the fears such a
miracle brings...As any miracle must bring. The task is not to deliver
the baby, that will happen in its own good time. What we must do is
reconcile this with our families, his and yours. The way must be
prepared through love and compassion and understanding."

"But, Father..." I glanced up, looking at the man through puffy eyes and
a veil of damp, blonde hair.

He smiled and shushed me. "Talk to your family. I'm sure they don't
know yet, do they?" His ancient eyes, grey and somehow warm, stared
knowingly into mine. "Talk to them. It will be difficult, but you're a
strong young woman, Lisa. You don't have to be afraid, believe me.
Your parents will overcome their fear and anger and you'll find that
your life isn't over..." he shook his head, still smiling, "...but only
beginning anew."

I nodded, fearing my voice should I try to speak and we said the Act
of Contrition together, there with Jesus on one side, bloodied and
sad; and his Mother on the other, Mary, quietly triumphant in her
purity. I felt like an imposter and it was a relief to leave that
church.

=-==-=

I'd seen David everyday, even on weekends, for almost three months,
but now it felt different. It seemed more real. He did his best for
me, keeping my spirits up. Checking me to see if I'd gained any weight
or whatever. I didn't really know. He checked my blood, for sugar, I
think he'd said once, but for other stuff too. He'd grown incredibly
excited and at times his good mood seemed infectious and I would find
myself smiling, laughing the way I used to. But at other times it
annoyed me, his casual attitude. He didn't know what I was going
through. His promises of support fell on deaf ears. I didn't need him,
I would scream, running back into the street. Walking home alone and
usually crying on those days.

It was time. There was only one cure for what was hurting me so badly.
I had to tell the truth finally. I had to tell my parents. And I had
to do it alone, although I could have had David there or Father
McDougal, certainly. But no, this had to be all mine. This moment of
ultimate cleansing, my absolution, I hoped.

"Mom..." I smiled at her and she smiled back, uncertain why we were
sitting so quietly in the living room. "Daddy..." I smiled at him too,
sitting on the sofa, but he was only looking at me, suspiciously, I
thought. My smile faded as well and I looked down at my hands.

"What is it dear?" My mother, predictably, was the one to speak.

"I, uh...I have something to tell you and, um...I don't..." I looked up at
the ceiling, biting my lip and willing myself not to cry. Not now. "I
don't know how to...say it."

"Well, out with it..." My father crossed his arms across his chest
defensively.

He knows! I thought and I felt as if a fist had just seized my heart.

"What is it, Lisa?" Mom started to get up, she wanted to come over and
touch me. I couldn't...I didn't want that!

"I..." I looked down again, "...I'm pregnant."

My mom sat back down.

=-=-=

I remember...I remember...

David. Tall and handsome, standing there in his dark trousers and blue
shirt. His tie undone, no...just loosened. And his coat, the long white
lab smock that doctors wear, the pockets overflowing with devices and
things and stuff. I loved him then. That first day when I'd seen him,
but he hadn't seen me yet. Love at first sight.

I followed him inside a few moments later and he wasn't there at
first, but then he came back into the front office from wherever in
the back he'd gone, and he saw me. More, it was the first time I
imagined myself a woman rather than a girl. The world had stopped and
I looked at his face, into his eyes, looking for something there...Love.
Recognition. Some sign that he would know me already, the way I felt I
knew him. He was my Prince Charming clothed in white and I'd waited my
whole life for him. All sixteen years of it.

He stuck his tongue out, just a little the way he does, and tilted his
head away, pointing with his chin. "Are you here for...Trixie?"

I thought about that for a second, trying to understand what a trixie
was. "No," I shook my head.

"Oh." He looked at me. I had no name for him yet, and he smiled,
giving me a small one that made my knees feel like I was standing on a
trampoline. "Uh, I'm Dr. Stevenson. What can I do for you?"

I was so busy thinking about my knees and how his eyes were just a
shade lighter than brown...hazel, I thought...

"What?" I blinked at him. "Oh. I'm, um..." he smiled as I stammered, "...
Trixie." I felt my face burning. "No...Lisa! I'm Lisa and, uh...I'm going
to leave now and move to..." I rolled my eyes, "...Brazil...now." I turned
around, but my eyes couldn't keep from looking at him.

"Wait," he laughed. "Uh...Do you want some gum?" He reached in his
pocket and pulled out some candy. "It's sugarless."

I laughed too and I was still blushing and feeling very silly, but it
seemed sort of okay. "Yeah." I walked closer, reaching out. "Long as
it's sugarless."

So we stood there, the young, attractive doctor and the even younger,
attractive catholic schoolgirl, chewing our gum. And smiling.

"So you're not here for Trixie," he nodded. "Mmmm...I don't see anybody
behind you." He grinned and made a little show of peeking around me.
"So either you really needed some gum, or...You're here about the job?"

"Oh." I looked around. It looked like a pretty ordinary doctor's
office. I mean, a small one, like a little check-up family place or
something. I didn't know anything about a job, but I didn't let a
silly thing like ignorance stop me either. If whatever it was meant
being close to this man...I sighed.

"Yeah," I nodded, smiling brightly. "The job."

"Okay," he dipped his head as he said it slowly, his voice dropping as
well, as if there might be just a hint of doubt there.

He crossed his arms over his chest and I was sort of hoping we could
sit down and maybe talked a little, gotten to know each other...

But instead he asked me, "So why are you interested in this position,
Lisa?"

I really liked the way he said my name. A lot. "Well, uh...I, my Daddy...
my Dad...told me I should look for a job. Learn some responsibility, you
know?"

"I see," he nodded. "And, um...how old are you now?"

"I'm sixteen." I kind of clenched my teeth the way I do when I'm lying
my butt off. "I'm almost 17 though." I'd turned 16 barely two months
before.

"Well, you know this...position, requires some..." he bobbed his head from
side to side, "...rather unusual...skills."

"Oh, right," I agreed. "I know and I'm...well...I can learn. I'm very
smart and I'm a hard worker. I promise!"

"I'm sure you are, Lisa," he chuckled. "When can you start?"

"Oh!" I felt my heart thumping like crazy! He couldn't mean I had the
job already, could he? "Anytime! Right now?"

"Well, right now is a little soon," he said gently. "First, we need to
get some physical information. Take some blood and some urine and make
sure you're the right girl for the job, and then..."

"Blood?" I stepped back involuntarily. "Urine? You mean..." I looked
down subconsciously.

"I'm afraid so, Lisa. So if, uh...you don't want the job, I understand.
Believe me. It's okay."

"I want it," I decided and looking into his eyes left me little doubt.

Would anyone believe me if I told them that I had no idea how I'd come
to be in that particular place at that particular time? On the street,
I mean, outside a small doctor's office. I try to remember sometimes
where I'd thought I was going, or what I'd been running away from.
There are only so many reasons a person can have for being somewhere
and Fate isn't one of them. Is it? But I can tell you exactly why I
stayed, as if it isn't obvious already. David. Beautiful, kind,
confident, generous David. It wasn't fair, you know, finding him so
early in my life. A girl of sixteen should never meet the man of her
dreams, but not because she hasn't had enough of them yet.

=-=-=-=-=-=

I sat there, alone on the sofa in my parent's house, and put my arms
around my tummy protectively. I was still small, of course, and there
was nothing to see, but my parents both stared. First at my face, then
at my stomach, and then slowly, finally, back up and into my eyes. I
wasn't crying, not yet.

"Who is he?" Daddy's voice sounded like a low growl and I cringed.

"He's, um..." I sighed. I didn't know what to say and I glanced at my
mother, but she had three fingers over her open mouth, sitting back as
if posing for a Norman Rockwell painting. Theatrically shocked, but
without being aware of it.

Neither of them spoke. They were waiting for me and I couldn't say
anything. So we sat there and the room was so quiet. Sunlight flew
through the windows and I could see the dust in the barely moving air.
Dust in my mother's spotless house and a baby in her daughter's
spotless womb. I did cry then, because tears cannot stand silence. It
draws them out like a sponge and I made no move to wipe at my cheeks.
I just held my tummy and that was the worst perhaps.

Daddy left me there, getting up slowly and walking upstairs to his
bedroom, probably to lie down. The motion spurred Mom into motion as
well and she sat quickly next to me, her arms enfolding me, pulling me
to her breast. There was no longer any hesitation or doubt for her.
She was my mother and we didn't speak for some while.

"I'll make you some hot chocolate. Do you want some hot chocolate?
I'll make some." Mom started getting up and I looked at her, not
knowing until right then that she'd been crying too, and I felt a
little selfish and ashamed. "Hot chocolate," she said as she left,
going into the kitchen.

I wiped my hand across my face and stood up, taking a deep breath. I
felt like I'd been curled up into a little ball and I stretched and
made my way upstairs slowly. I went to my bedroom, opening the door
and walking in before I fully realized Daddy was in there. He sat on
the chair in the corner. It was too small for him, but he sat in it
anyway.

"Hi," I said in a little voice and I stood there for a moment before
finally sitting on the bed. Not really facing him, but not facing away
either. I was in the middle, waiting for him to tell me what to do.

"Lisa," his voice sounded...defeated, I thought.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I..."

But he'd already started shushing me. "What happened? Just tell me,
okay? Why?" And that last word came out so plaintive and pleading.
What had he done wrong? it asked me, and I could hear the guilt in his
voice.

"I'm in love." I stared at the door of my closet, straight ahead, and
my hands fluttered in my lap.

"Love," he sighed.

"His name is David. He's a doctor and I love him and he...he's smart,
Daddy."

"Smart?" my father laughed at me sadly. "A doctor? Not some kid on the
football team?"

He didn't believe me, I thought. "We met five months ago," I licked my
lips. "When I started working at the clinic."

"Working?" Daddy blinked at me. "At the clinic?"

He'd known I was working. He'd even been proud of me for that, but now
I told him everything.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Come on back this way, Lisa," David jerked his head slightly and
opened a door, standing aside for me. I smiled at him as I slipped
past and into a rather short hallway with three doors. "There, on the
left. That's my office."

I opened it and he followed me inside. It was small too, like the
foyer where I'd met him, and had little more than a desk and a chair
and a stool. There were some diplomas on the wall, a couple personal
photographs of David with his parents, it looked like. Some posters,
charts really, but I didn't understand the illustrations and the words
all had far too many syllables for my taste. I glanced around and
David didn't bother closing the door, he just gestured at the chair.

"Have a seat and we'll start with the paperwork." He made a wry face
and I giggled nervously. I sat as he knelt beside me, opening a desk
drawer and pulling out a folder. "Here you go, Lisa, and here's a pen
and..." he patted his pockets for a second, "...and I'll be right back,
okay?"

I nodded and started looking through the papers. There were a lot of
them, and a lot of questions too, starting with my name. I wrote
slowly, being rather careful since it really was my first ever job
application. It all seemed incredibly serious to me at the time and I
wanted to make sure I did it right. Also, I didn't want to look like
an idiot, you know? I wanted to impress the man more than anything
else.

"Here we go..." David had returned, rolling a plastic cart that seemed
barely small enough for the room. He sat on the stool and took the
papers from me. "Let's see. Okay, you're Lisa Oquias, sixteen years
old, address yadayadaya..." He read through all my background, which I'd
left mostly blank, since I'd never had a job before and I was only in
high school.

"Okay, let's skip through this...and this...and this isn't important..." he
sighed, flipping through papers, "...Okay, medical history." He took his
pen back and smiled at me. "Have you ever been hospitalized? Had an
operation? Had the Measles? Chicken Pox?..." There were a lot of those
questions and sometimes I just had to say I didn't know, but that
didn't seem to bother him.

"Do you want to keep going?" Dave looked at me and I shrugged, like
why wouldn't I? But we'd been in that little office for a half hour at
least. "Are you a virgin?"

I looked at him sharply and I think my face turned more than a little
red, but he just kept smiling. "Yes," I finally nodded, hoping the
truth would impress him more than some lie about being the experienced
woman I wasn't.

"Do you have a boyfriend? A girlfriend? Do you masturbate? Have you
performed or received oral sex? Have you ever tried anal sex, Lisa?
Have you ever used a sexual device or toy, like a vibrator for
instance?"...etc etc and by the end of it I was rather flushed and
breathless.

I'd never dreamt of doing half the things he'd asked me about. BDSM?
Bestiality? Rape fantasy? Group sex? Please! I was a sixteen year old
catholic schoolgirl. I'd had exactly one boyfriend in my whole life.
We'd made out twice and he'd felt my boobs up once during a movie,
through my sweater and bra, I mean, and that was it!

"I'm sorry I had to ask you all that." David seemed a bit flushed as
well and he didn't really try to look into my eyes, not that I'd have
let him. He knew more about me than God! "But the job requires a
certain..." he shrugged, looking for the right word, "...innocence."

"Innocence?" I laughed then and I became aware that I'd gotten just a
little upset actually. "It sounds like you're looking for a...a...
prostitute or something!" Part of me, maybe even most of me, wanted to
run away and hide. The only reason I didn't was that I felt so totally
embarrassed that any action seemed somehow worse than merely sitting
there, if that makes any sense.

"No, no...That's exactly what I'm not looking for," David assured me.
"I'm so sorry, Lisa. Seriously. Those were terrible things to ask, but
you're perfect, believe me."

He reached out and patted my hand and I felt my heart jump a little.
If I'd truly been offended, or even embarrassed, I forgot about it
completely. He was touching me! And I just stared at his hand on top
of mine.

"Really?" I bit my lower lip gently and looked into David's hazel
eyes. He seemed so honest and sensitive and sincere. I knew he wasn't
lying and he'd plainly been almost as uncomfortable as I'd been.

"Yeah," he said softly. "Now, um...we need to get a little blood, okay?"

That wasn't so bad and neither was giving him a urine sample, although
it seemed a little embarrassing. I had spent a long time in his little
bathroom and that just made it worse when I came out, but David didn't
seem to mind. He took the plastic cup from my hand and put it on his
cart along with the tubes of my blood and looked at his watch.

"Do you, uh...I mean, are you hungry? Do you need to get home?"

"Yeah, not really, um..." I giggled and shook my head as if to clear it.
We were standing close together in that little hallway and now that
the clinical stuff was done, it felt suddenly, delightfully awkward.

"I mean, if you want we can go someplace. There's a pizza place around
the corner, it's pretty good."

Twenty minutes later we were sitting in a little booth, waiting for
our pizza, and it was nice.

"I'm 26 years old," David said, answering my questions now. "I got my
degree in biochemistry and did some research time with the University
hospital, you know," he shrugged and I didn't know, but I played
along. "Until I got my doctorate and then I opened up my own place.
Spent some of my inheritance on it," he smiled apologetically, like he
felt embarrassed about having money he hadn't earned and he didn't say
a whole lot about it.

"So, do you have a lot of patients?" I wondered, trying to sound more
grown up than I actually was, but my questions seemed very ordinary
and boring.

"A few." Dave sipped his coke. "Like Trixie, but really, I just want
to do research."

"Oh," I nodded like that made sense. "So, um, Trixie...Who's she? You
asked me if I was there for her or something."

Dave laughed and rolled his eyes. "I used to have an assistant, a girl
named Mindy, but she left the other day. Ran off to get married to a
circus clown," he paused, "or maybe he was a mime. I forget, it's not
important..." I was giggling and he was smiling, "...Anyway, Trixie is one
of her patients and I keep wondering when the owner will show up. It's
been a week now."

"The owner?" I asked, feeling confused suddenly.

"Yeah, Trixie is a collie. A beautiful dog, just gorgeous. We spayed
her, just a quick operation. Very easy, although I don't think I'd
have done it to the poor girl."

"Oh!" I blinked and sat up as understanding dawned on me. "You're a
veterinarian?"

David grinned at me and shook his head. "Only part time. I'm a real
doctor, a human doctor," he laughed. "Mindy was a vet, a good one too.
She taught me a lot." He looked a little bit wistful and I felt a
pinch of jealousy. "Anyway, at first I thought you'd come for Trixie,
I honestly didn't think I'd ever find someone like you for the
project, Lisa."

"Project?" I leaned forward a little more. That was the first time I'd
heard him use that word. But right then our pizza came and David
didn't answer me and I didn't ask him again.

"Are you sure you can get home okay?" David asked. I was waiting for
the bus and it was only a little after seven anyway.

"Yeah. No problem," I smiled cheerfully. I'm not sure what I'd
expected, honestly, I mean, after our casual dinner, I guess I'd been
waiting for him to hold my hand maybe or kiss my cheek, or ask me to
take a walk with him. But David hadn't done any of those things, so
I'd put on my bravest happy face and ignored the nervous cramps in my
stomach.

"Okay, um...Well, I'm gonna do your blood work and stuff and I'll call
you, okay?" David stood there uncertainly. He really wasn't much of a
people person and that was something I found rather sexy, I thought.

"Okay," I looked at him. "Even if I'm not right for the job?" Did my
voice sound desperate? I hoped not, but if he didn't call me I was
going to die!

"Yeah, of course!" he laughed. "Maybe I'll call you tonight even, just
to make sure you made it home okay."

"I'll be fine." I started to wave off his words but then my brain
caught up with my emotions. "But yeah..." I smiled a little shyly and
brushed some hair from my face, "...call me, tonight, okay?"

"Alright." David stood there and the bus was coming and I had a
terrible urge to throw my arms around his neck and kiss him. I even
took a little step forward, but I stopped.

"Bye," I said as the doors opened.

"Bye." David gave me a little wave and then I could only watch him
through the green tinted windows until he disappeared.

=-=-=

The phone rang once, perhaps not even a full ring. I'd gone to bed
with the phone on my tummy, cradling it like a baby. It usually sat on
a little table in the hallway, just between my bedroom door and the
bathroom, but it had an extra-long cord and it wasn't so unusual for
me to take it in my room when I talked to one of my friends from
school. My dad kept saying he'd get me my own phone, but it was one of
those things that always seemed to get pushed back behind fixing the
furnace and getting a new lawn mower or something.

"Hi!" I said without even so much as a 'Hello?' because I knew who it
was.

"Um, hi." David's voice sounded nice over the phone and I felt a
wonderful tingling in my toes. "So you made it home okay," he said, as
if I wouldn't for some reason, but I didn't mind.

"Yeah," I smiled. "I've been waiting for you to call."

"Okay, sure, good." He didn't quite seem sure what to say really.

"I had fun today," I offered, giving him a perfectly good excuse to
take me out again. I knew we hadn't really gone out on a real date or
anything, but it sorta seemed like it to me.

"Yeah, so did I," David replied, and I thought he was probably smiling
too.

That hung there for a few seconds, neither of us saying anything and I
scrunched up my nose trying to think of something smart to say. I know
a lot of girls my age, just turned sixteen years old, probably had a
lot of experience with guys and dating and stuff. But I didn't. I
guess I'd been sheltered, or a late bloomer socially, I don't know.
I'd never really wanted a boyfriend, at least none of the guys I knew
around that town. Not until right then, that day, when I'd met David.
I was pretty determined not to lose anymore precious time.

"What are you doing?" I asked him, since that seemed like a good
question.

"Oh. I'm in the office. I was just finishing up your lab work
actually," David said, sounding a bit more confident suddenly. He
really was a doctor. I mean that's where he felt most comfortable,
where he really came out of his shell and opened up. I guess everyone
does that, you know. "And uhhhh..." it sounded like he was looking at
something, "...I have to say, you're perfect, Lisa."

"Really?" I felt my tummy do a little flip-flop.

"Uh-huh, everything looks great here. There's just one thing left to
do."

"What's that?"

"Well, you're sixteen, right? So I'm going to need your parents'
consent to start the treatment," he said, like he expected me to
already know that.

"Treatment?" I narrowed my eyes. "Um, what sort of treatment?" He
hadn't said anything about any treatment so far as I could remember.
In fact, David hadn't told me much at all about what I'd be doing in
my new job.

"For the project," David said cautiously. "The one in the paper? The
job you said you were applying for...You read the ad, right?"

"Uhhh..." Jeeze, when was I ever gonna learn? I'd never been able to lie
about anything and get away with it. Never! Not once! I knew people, I
had friends who'd lie all the time and they never got caught. Serious
lies too, not little ones about reading some Help Wanted advertisement
in the newspaper. Why was it always me?

"Maybe you forgot, or didn't quite understand..." David said slowly,
giving me a nice, easy way out and I jumped on it with both feet.

"Yeah, I was going to ask you some stuff, but then I, uh...forgot, you
know, and, um..." I tried to make it sound like I was just sorta dumb
and not a complete idiot.

"Sure, sure..." I could almost hear David nodding. "Well, the deal is
that I'm working on genetics research and specifically with mutase
enzymes..."

"I see..." I hmmm'd a little, being lost after the first two seconds.

"...and so using an RNA polymerase, we can replicate a specific sequence
from the host organism. See where I'm going with this?"

"Sure, yeah and, um...I'm going to be doing...what, exactly?" I'd been
watching MTV with the sound turned way down. I knew David had to be a
really good doctor because he'd been talking for ten minutes and he
seemed quite excited about whatever it was he'd tried to explain.

"You're the host, Lisa." He made it sound like he'd already said that.
A few times probably.

"Oh yeah," I agreed. " Sorry. I forgot."

"It's not dangerous or anything, I promise. I just need your mom and
dad to say it's okay for you to take part in a medical study conducted
by my clinic." He chuckled. "The AMA is a little funny about that sort
of thing."

"Right. Sure," I nodded. "The government too, I bet."

"Yeah!" he sounded very happy.

"You just need the papers signed, right?" I asked him, my mind going a
million miles an hour. "I mean, you don't have to like witness it or
anything, do you?"

"Witness?" David asked. "No, they're just medical consent forms. They
explain what were doing and what the risks are. If your parents want
to meet me, I'd be happy to..."

"Oh no, no..." I replied quickly, trying to sound casual. "I'll talk to
them."

There was no way my parents would ever allow anyone, even Prince
Charming himself, perform some kind of medical experiment on their
only daughter! They'd had me late in life, after a long time of
trying, and while they weren't ridiculously over-protective, you could
easily call them conservative in their approach to raising a child.
That's another good reason I'd never had a serious boyfriend for more
than a week. I'd never gotten a whole lot of encouragement in that
department, you know? This would definitely have to be a secret.
Somehow. I wish David hadn't explained everything to me, even if I
hadn't understood any of it. It would have been so much easier to tell
the ignorant truth and get away with it. This was going to be tough,
especially since I'd be lying on both ends.

"Okay. Well, great then. When you come by tomorrow, I'll have the
forms ready."

"Cool. Yeah," I tried to sound relaxed. "Um, what time tomorrow? I
mean, this is like everyday, right? This job?"

David laughed at that. "Uh-huh. Everyday, Lisa, at least for the first
month and then we'll see what develops after that."

I got the impression that one of us was really confused about what was
going on and I guessed that it was probably me. Then again, David
hadn't really gone out of his way to explain anything to me either, so
I was pretty sure it wasn't entirely my fault."So I'll just come by
after cheerleading, right?"

"Yep, that sounds good to me," David shrugged over the phone. "We just
really need to get you started on the serum and work up some protein
analysis. Everything needs to be documented and that's kind of a pain,
but...you know."

"Oh sure," I told the man, as if I would have a clue what he was
talking about.

"And of course you'll want to meet your partners," David added, just
in case I wasn't already confused enough.

"Partners?" I narrowed my eyes a little.

"Well, yeah. We can't do this alone, you know," David chuckled like
that was pretty funny, but he didn't elaborate and truthfully, I was a
little afraid to ask.

I kind of thought it was just going to be me and him all alone every
afternoon. The two of us. By ourselves. Now there were others?
Partners? And he probably meant like assistants, probably female
assistants, and older ones, like twenty-year-old college girls maybe,
and beautiful, and...My ego felt a little fragile as I imagined the
worst. Looking back I find it rather amazing that I could have been so
naive, but I can't deny it. Life really is a lesson that you learn
when you're through.

=-=-=-=-=-=

"So this doctor, this David..." Daddy licked his lips, looking at me as
I sat on the edge of my bed, "...he's the father of your...your baby?"

He wanted to touch me, I thought. Daddy wanted to get out of his chair
and hold me, but he wasn't quite ready to do it yet. If I'd cried, he
would have too, but I was through crying for the time being and
instead we just sat there as the afternoon sun fell into evening.

"No, Daddy," I shook my head. "I mean, David knows, he's the one who
did it, but..."

"He's the one who did it?" Daddy cleared his throat. "You mean he had
sex with you?" He looked past me, unable or unwilling to look into my
eyes and I was grateful for that.

"We kind of had sex," I admitted slowly. "But only because I wanted
to," I added quickly. "He's really sweet, Daddy. David wouldn't do
anything at first." I could see the doubt on my father's face. "I sort
of kissed him. I mean, he wanted to kiss me, but he's so shy sometimes
and so I did it first, and, um...other things."

"Other things," Daddy said softly. He didn't want to know, but at the
same time he was trying to understand. None of this was making much
sense and I was at a bit of a loss to explain it in a way that would.

"Yeah." I played with the hem of my blouse, looking down. "See, he
wanted me to get pregnant. I mean, I knew it might happen, David had
told me, but I didn't really believe him."

"He told you?" Daddy did look at me as the words caught up. "Wait...He
wanted you to get pregnant? And you let him do it?"

"Well...Yeah," I shrugged and closed my eyes. "See, he said he was going
to make me extra fertile and that I'd probably get pregnant, but it
sounded sort of crazy because..." I stopped suddenly. This was where I
was going to get stuck and I'd known it.

"Because what?" Daddy wasn't a dumb man by any means, but he wasn't a
doctor either.

If I told him what really happened, Daddy wasn't going to believe me.
I wouldn't have believed me and I'd been there. I knew I had to tell
him, but the words wouldn't come. So I just sat there, looking down,
twisting the cotton in my hands and wondering how any of this could
ever be okay.

=-=-=-=-=

"There you are," David smiled at me as I walked into his offices. "Are
you okay?"

I'd practically run all the way to the clinic from school, but I'd
forced myself to walk the last block or so, just so it wouldn't look
like I'd been running. Still, I was a little out of breath, and hot
and sweaty.

"Yeah. Uh-huh. Fine," I nodded and I didn't mind that David put his
cool hand on my forehead as if he were my mother all of a sudden. "I
was walking kinda fast," I decided to admit. "In case I was, um...late
or something."

"No," David laughed lightly at that. "You can't be late. I'm here
until one or two in the morning most days, so take your time, okay?
I'll be here when you get here."

"Oh," I nodded. "Sure."

"Plus, I need you nice and relaxed, okay? I'm going to need to get
your vitals every day and..."

"Vitals?" I asked, setting my book bag down on one of the chairs in
his little waiting room.

"Yeah, blood pressure, heart rate, temperature. Stuff like that. See?"
He opened up the folder he was holding so I could see a big fold-out
piece of graph-paper. "This is your chart and everyday we're going to
put your vitals in here, along with other information. It'll be like
your medical diary, so any other doctor can pick it up and look
through it and see exactly what was going on with you on any
particular day."

"Oh." I raised my eyebrows a little at that, but I didn't really know
what to say.

Luckily I didn't have to say a whole lot of anything, I just had to do
what David told me to do and that was easy. Mostly.

"First thing, I need you to get undressed for me," David said without
looking up.

"W-What?" I blinked at him.

"Undressed?" He looked up, sensing something was wrong and then
smiled. "I'm your doctor, right? I need to do an exam, just a little
one. Have you ever had a pelvic exam before?"

I shook my head.

"Okay, um..." He led me back to a room which must obviously have been
his examination room, since it looked a lot more like the kind of
doctor's office I was used to seeing. It had a table for laying on,
padded and covered with that funny paper they use. Some stainless
cabinets full of medical stuff and of course a whole bunch more charts
and posters and pictures, none of which made a lot of sense to me.

"See this..." he was opening what looked like a silver all-you-can-eat-
buffet serving tray, one of those rectangular ones, except instead of
roast beef, David was pulling out doctor's stuff, "...this is a
speculum. We're going to use it to see what's going on inside you.
Make sure everything's hunky-dory down there."

"Down..." my eyes got wide and I glanced down self-consciously, "...
there?"

"Uh-huh...And these are swabs and this is another speculum. It has a
little light, see?" David smiled. "And this is for checking the baby.
You don't have one of those yet," he chuckled. "This thing is for..."

"Baby?" I asked him, finally coming to my senses after all that time
and deciding I really needed to know what I'd gotten myself into.
Especially if I was going to let someone, even a doctor, even David,
look at me down there with a funny looking flashlight on a shoehorn
and some funny looking sponges.

"Baby, yeah," he nodded. "After you're pregnant, we'll need to check
the fetus. Well, fetuses probably, since there'll be more than one,"
he seemed to be talking to himself. "Anyway, that's called
amniocentesis and that's a ways down the road. Another test we'll do
is sample the choronic villus, that's really part of you actually, not
the babies, and..."

"Babies?" I wanted to sit down, but I looked at the examination table
warily.

"Well..." David shrugged, "...yeah. That's what this is all about. You
knew that right? The project? I need a healthy woman to host the
fetuses and bring them to term." He looked at me with some concern.
"Of course you can keep the offspring if you want, but I'll need to
see them every week for at least the first six months or so, and..."

"You want me to have your baby?"

I felt my heart thumping wildly and not because I'd gotten excited at
the prospect, quite the opposite. I was terrified! It was one thing to
want a boyfriend. To imagine what kissing him might be like, maybe
even hugging, you know, naked. Maybe. But having a baby...Babies?
Plural? Like he wanted twins? He hadn't even asked me out on a real
date! This was so weird as to defy any possible truth. I had to be
dreaming. I'd fallen asleep and started dreaming and my fantasy had
just turned into a nightmare and I was gonna wake up and...

"Well, mine in a way," David nodded. "I guess you could look at it
that way."

"In a way?" I giggled, but only because I was losing my mind.

"They'll actually be Sam's babies, probably. Or maybe Shep's. I'd like
you to try both of them. They're my best subjects and the clinical
differences are very small..."

"Sam?" I felt my knees wobbling a little. "And Shep? Who are they? I
can't just..." I finally just let out a frustrated sigh. "I'm a virgin.
I've never done it. Never once with anybody. I don't even know those
guys. You can't be serious!" I was laughing then. Sort of a forced,
you must be putting me on laugh. "This is a really bad joke, David."

"It's no joke, Lisa." David actually looked a little hurt, but I
wasn't exactly in a mood to feel sorry for him right then. "Come on.
You can meet them and then decide, okay?"

"I can decide right now," I told him. "No way. I'm not gonna have sex
with somebody, okay? And especially not for a job! That's sick."

"You don't have to have sex with them," David spoke quickly, pleading
his case. "I can do it in a test tube and then place the fertilized
eggs in your ovary, okay? If you don't want to have sex, that's fine.
Intercourse isn't part of the project, I swear."

"That's still weird," I judged and I'll tell you, if he'd been anyone
else in the world except David, I'd have walked out right then. The
only reason I didn't was because weird or not he seemed so totally non-
threatening that I didn't really feel the need to get away, you know?
I just really needed to understand what he was talking about.

Of course, I'd fallen totally, hopelessly in love with him too. That
could have had something to do with it.

"Come on. Let's go meet your partners, alright? Then maybe..." his voice
trailed off and his shoulders drooped a little. David had suddenly
realized that I wasn't going to be part of this. I could sense it his
sad frustration, and that's why I agreed to go even that far with his
silly game. I guess I was trying to let him down a little easier than
my first reaction had allowed.

"Okay," I finally nodded. "But I'm not gonna change my mind."

"Okay," David nodded too.

We left that room and went back to the only part of the clinic I
hadn't really seen yet. David opened a door and we walked into an
already lit room, as big as the rest of his clinic probably, maybe
even bigger. There were cages in the room and it was noisy, smelling
of animals. He had about a dozen monkeys, I think, small cute ones,
but David said they were sorta mean and I believed him. They were
cute, but they made faces at us as we passed, screeching and pounding
on the cages with their little fists. I felt kind of sorry for them.

"Ahh...Here's Trixie."

David introduced me to a collie who seemed very happy to see us. She
was beautiful and golden with a white collar and face and David let
her out of the cage so we could pet her for awhile. If he was trying
to distract me from our purpose, it was working. I'd almost forgotten
about this Sam person, and his friend Shep. I wondered briefly if
David kept grown men in cages too, but that was silly and I laughed.
They were probably way in the back playing cards or something, I
figured, waiting for the mother of their would-be children. Well,
weren't they in for a major disappointment?

"Okay, girl...Back in you go. Sorry about that." David was very gentle
with her and it was easy to see he didn't like keeping the animal
locked up.

"Where's her owner?" I asked him.

"I dunno. She just dropped the dog off and disappeared. Her phone
number isn't a real one," David shrugged. "Sometimes people do that.
They make up excuses to leave their pet with a vet just because they
couldn't find it a home and they can't find the strength to take it to
the pound or the Humane Society or whatever. Like a vet will
automatically take care of it."

"That sucks," I frowned.

"Yeah, it does. I can't keep her and in a day or two I'll give her to
the Humane Society. If they can't give her a home..." He stood there,
looking at the dog unhappily.

"What?" I asked.

"They'll put her to sleep," he shrugged unhappily. "There's a lot of
dogs in the world."

"That really sucks," I thought aloud and David nodded. I decided I'd
find her a home, somehow. I couldn't keep her, I knew that much, not
without some major work to convince my parents. I thought I knew
someone who could though, but I didn't want to say anything to David
yet. Besides, Trixie's owner might still show up. Somehow.

"Anyway..." David turned and nodded, putting Trixie and her troubles
behind us. We had our own. "Come right this way..." he started walking
down the wide aisle made by the cages and then around the corner. "Hey
boys!" he said, smiling again and sounding suddenly much more
cheerful. "How are we doin' today?" He looked at me and I just stood
there with my mouth open. "This big, black fellow is Sam and this guy
over here is Shep. Come on over, they won't bite."

"David..." I said softly, just standing there, "...they're...dogs."

"Heh! They sure are," David grinned as he opened their cages. "A
couple big, healthy males. Luckily, they're really good boys too. No
fighting, right?"

He was talking to them and if they understood what David was saying I
might have believed it. They largely ignored each other and the two of
them practically knocked the man down in their pleasure to see him.
They were big dogs, both of them. Sam was black all over with a large,
square head and upright ears. Shep looked more yellow and brown,
shaggy with big old floppy ears and a happy, slightly dopey looking
face. But his eyes were intelligent, bright brown eyes that looked
right into mine and I liked them immediately.

"Sam is half Boxer and half Great Dane, I think. Oh shoot! He might
have a little Chihuahua in him now," David frowned, peering over the
beast's shoulder into his empty cage. "I could have sworn I put Taco
in there..."

"He ate a Chihuahua named Taco?" I gasped and then David's face broke
into a grin and I practically fainted with the realization that he'd
been teasing me. "Don't do that!" I said with just a little anger, but
by then I was giggling. It had been a good joke.

"And that guy..." David watched as Shep practically knocked me over,
muzzling my tummy with his huge snout until I was more pushing than
petting him, "...Shep's all Saint Bernard, a hundred percent, and about
as devoted to making friends as they come. He never met anyone he
didn't like, I don't think. At least not around here."

"I believe it!" I laughed, still pushing and petting and just
marveling at the way he was trying to steamroll me with affection.

Shep's great red tongue felt wet and rough all over my bare arms and
neck and face. Both of the animals were as big as me, sheer size-wise,
and probably bigger. They certainly outweighed me, I was certain, by
at least 50 pounds in Sam's case, and closer to seventy maybe in
Shep's. They were huge dogs and I could have put a saddle on one of
them and rode him down the street in a parade.

And David. Like I said before, he wasn't really much of a people
person, even with me and I was a people who liked him a lot, but he
was great with the dogs. We spent about two hours, almost three back
there, just playing with Shep and Sam. David didn't mention the
project or anything and neither did I. The fact that Sam and Shep were
dogs obviously gave proof that David was either crazy as a loon, or he
had a really warped sense of humor. Either way, he wasn't pushing it
and I was having a lot of fun actually.

I'd never had a dog, although I'd asked on occasion. The answer had
always been 'No!' without any real reason or anything. It was just a
fact of life, there wouldn't be any dogs in our house and I'd learned
to accept it without really knowing what I was missing.

That afternoon I got an idea of what having a dog could mean. It was
like suddenly getting two best friends. Or better yet, like getting
two really old best friends, like I'd grown up with them or something
and just hadn't seen them in awhile. That was how they treated me, I
thought. They were unreserved, the both of them, and so big and strong
and stout that nothing I could do would hurt them it seemed. I pulled
and pushed and wrestled and even rapped Shep smartly on the noggin
when he shoved his cool wet nose under my skirt. It had hurt my
knuckles, but all he did was grin at me and come back for another try.

It was like falling in love. Not some romantic kind of love though,
this was platonic and essential to my spirit, if that doesn't sound
over the top. I just mean...I don't know what I mean. I was finding out
that I was a dog person, a dog lover, and there was a connection
there, that's all. A weird, fun, silly connection between a sixteen
year old girl and two big, handsome, rough and tumble dogs. I wanted
to take them home and keep them forever. That's why we stayed there
for three hours, though I got the impression that David didn't mind at
all and he enjoyed it just as much as I did. I would have even stayed
longer if I could have, maybe all night, except I was getting a little
hungry.

"Hungry?" David had heard my tummy and I blushed a little. "Feel like
some pizza again, or something else this time?"

I looked at my watch. "Can I call home first?" It was getting on
towards eight o'clock on a school night and sixteen or not, my parents
were on the cautious side, remember?

=-=-=-=-=-=-=

end of part one
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