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 Hayden - 3

   After a quiet dinner, the doc leads me to his office.  The office is
huge, with two store bookshelves on three walls and glass windows looking
out on to the beach on the forth wall.  His desk was an antique made from
wood off an old pirate ship and the three chairs in the room were all old
worn leather.

   He has me sit in one of the chairs facing the windows and pulls up a
chair beside mine.  He pats my belly again lightly and smiles, "My clients
will enjoy seeing your belly grow and maybe feeling movement inside up to
the day you have it flatten." I look at him shocked, "why is that, doc?"

   He sighs, "As you know, I am a sex and reproductive therapist." I nod at
this.  "Some of my clients are very rich and own homes on this island. 
Some of them have not been able to get their women pregnant because they
have problems with erections and ejaculations.  Others have problems having
sex with their women while they are pregnant." "So that's where I come in?"
I ask timidly.  He sighs again, "yes.  Those who have problems having sex
with pregnant women will learn to be more comfortable with it by seeing and
touching your belly, and by having sex with you while pregnant." I nod in
understanding.  "Of those who have trouble having erections, a few have it
because they are afraid that they cannot get their women pregnant.  So they
will try to impregnate you and when they succeed they will over come that
fear." I nod again, "and I will stay pregnant for a time to help out the
others before having another abortion?" He smiles sweetly and pats my knee,
"exactly." We sit there silently until the beautiful sunset ends and Dean
shows me back to my room.

   As Dean gets ready to leave after showing me to my room, he asks if I
have ever had sex while pregnant.  When I say "No" he smiles and says he
can help me out the first time so I will not be too nervous for the doc's
clients.  I tell him no thank you and I will take my chances.

   While I unpack my bags and search my room more, my hand keeps finding
it's way back to my belly.  I start to think of the life I now know is
inside me, and how it must end for my job.  I wonder again if this is the
right thing to do.

   Then I open the curtains and look at my view of the beach and the hill
of palm trees.  I look at the beautiful room and think of the steak and
lobster that I never really tasted at dinner, but can smell and taste so
fondly now.  I pat my belly, "sorry kiddo.  But I think this may just be
the right decision for us.

   I smile as I climb into the four-poster queen size bed and wrap the
silky sheets around my naked and pregnant body.  As I drift off to sleep, I
think "I get to sleep in this marvelous bed, in this huge house, on this
tropical island for a whole year.  All I have to do is let the doc's
clients use me and abort pregnancies when he deems fit.  Sounds fair enough
to me."