Betrayed Over Conception Ch. 03

"It that all? You sound quite knowledgeable."

"I'm training as a social worker – I have no lectures on Tuesday which is when I work in my aunt's deli. These, of course, are only opinions based on so little information and no research that they really are next to worthless. But I feel the exchange of thoughts stimulates thought. Do you want my conclusion?

"Yeah, why not. I certainly haven't managed to come to any conclusions and I'm the major player."

"Consider terminating with Gloria and try to get something going with Nancy but you must let her have her career."

"Nancy?"

"Yes, Mike. Life is not just about fucking, you know. You two have been living closely together for a couple of months and from what you said really enjoy each other's company. It must be boring living on a construction site but you've said it's not because you have Nancy with you. You probably have more in common with her than all of the other females combined."

Nancy?

I was staggered. The truth was that at the back of my mind I was wondering about finishing with Gloria and doing something with Liz, but Nancy?

I looked at my watch and suggested we go once more. Kayte wriggle her ass in agreement. I suggested we go outside on to the pine-needles; I had a blanket and pillow on the back seat.

Lo! With Kayte face down on the pillow and me swinging by my hands on her tiny titties, I gave her a doggie rut that had her panting, sweating, screaming and writhing.

"Oh God, that is my best fuck ever," she exclaimed through tears of joy. "What an absolute fantastic finale."

"Steady on," I said, grinning. "It was only a fuck."

NINE

I arrived home to a huge shock that sent my mind reeling.

I'd not taken my cell phone because I wanted a day out relaxing. I checked the phone and there were three messages – Liz inviting me to lunch tomorrow and Jacqui inviting me to escort her to an potters' dinner on Thursday night. There was no answer to either number so I left messages of acceptance. The third call was from my engineering student-lover, Nancy.

"Mike, I've hit a bit of a problem – I'm pregnant."

My mouth went dry as I listed to her continue.

"Confirmed it yesterday and the doctor said this occasionally happens. I'm sorry Mike, but I can't possibly allow it to develop as I want my career. I've been granted time off and am heading home now. Mom thinks it's the best thing to do, but says I must talk to you. Phone me Mike."

Well, well, well. So I don't shoot blank shots: but trust me to think of that first.

I ran a bath and poured a double whisky, and settling into the bath had a half hour talk with Nancy, making sure I was ever so nice to her, which wasn't difficult. She asked me what I would have done in her position. I said I'd chosen abortion.

She was adamant that I was not to come to her. I'd said I'd jump into my truck within the half hour.

"Please, please don't Mike. I want you to meet the folk under better circumstances. Mom is being fantastic and has everything under control."

Nancy asked me had I not been married, would my reply been any different. I didn't think so. Then I said what I felt – that had I not been married and had she wanted to keep the fetus I would have been prepared to marry her. She'd been cool up to then, but that opened the floodgates.

She said we had agreed not to mention sweet nothings in our relationship, that she knew I liked her because it showed but she had no idea my feelings went deeper than that, that this was simply amazing.

I wanted to say steady on, that I was not saying I loved her, but already her mind was running with that theme.

"I've got to go now," I said, the low battery light flicking.

"I can't say I love you, Mike, as I don't know yet."

When in the bedroom I phoned site administration for Nancy's home address and then phoned a florist in her home town and ordered two dozen red roses to be delivered to her next day, the message being, 'Thinking of you, Mike'

Gloria arrived home and announced she was going out for dinner with a friend. She had a bath, we had a cocktail and a liesurely conversation just like any two half-strangers would have.

She left just after 8:00 when it was getting dark. She permitted me to kiss her on the cheek, making no mention what I'd find in the kitchen to have for my dinner.

As her vehicle turned the corner, I jumped into my truck and took off.

Her Japanese sports car had distinctive tail lights, so I had no trouble tailing her.

TO BE CONTINUED...