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 Hayden - 4

   I awoke rested and refreshed the next morning, and I knew that all that
would happen to me and all I would do over the next year would be worth it.
I went to the closet of maternity clothes that the doc had gotten for me
and chose a strapless sundress with a skirt that came to my knees now, but
would not even be close to my knees when my grew to about 20 weeks along.
As I looked at myself in the mirror, I smiled sliding my hands down my
breasts and to my belly.  I imagined what I would look like with the belly
bulging and the hemline up much higher, I smiled more and headed to the
doc's office.

   As I was about to knock on the office door, the doc opened it wide with
a smile on his face.  "Good morning, Hayden.  Come join me for a quick
breakfast on the patio before our first client arrives." He said this so
sweetly as he guided me to the French doors in the glass wall and led me to
a table on the patio set with all kinds of tropical fruits and fresh
biscuits.  As I sampled the fruits and ate one of the warm biscuits, the
doc started to talk to me about the first client I would work with.

   "Mr.  Smith recently married a woman half his age.  About your age,
Hayden, I believe.  She wants to have a child or two; he is not sure about
the idea because he does not want to miss the wonderful sex the two of them
have right now.  His fear is rooted in the past when his ex-wife miscarried
once after sex and then would not have sex during either of the two
subsequent pregnancies." I nod my understanding while I finish my
breakfast. Doc goes on, "She was about eight weeks along when she
miscarried, so most likely not related to having sex then.  However, he
does not want to take the chance of it happening again.  And as I already
said he does not want to have to go without sex during a pregnancy."

   I nod while swallowing my last bite of food.  I daintily wipe my lips
with my cloth napkin before speaking.  "So my job is to let him have sex
with me a few times a week as my belly grows, until the day this pregnancy
is abort?" Doc looks me up and down with that sweet yet wicked smile of
his, "Exactly, Hayden.  And I believe you have selected the perfect outfit
to use in your sessions with Mr.  Smith.  If you wear it every time, he
will be able to see how your pregnancy is progressing and how he can enjoy
sex safely with a pregnant belly."

   Dean arrives to clean up our dishes and announces that Mr.  Smith has
arrived.  Doc thanks him and he and I move into the office.  I am directed
to sit in a chair next to the doc's desk, which conceals my lower body from
the door.  Dean opens the door and Mr.  Smith walks in and shakes the doc's
hand before sitting in the other leather chair.  Mr.  Smith appears to be
in his early to mid-50s, with salt and peppery hair.  Yet, he seems to be
in great shape as evidenced by the nice tan and muscular legs and arms that
are shown off by his matching white and blue shirt and shorts.

   "Mr.  Smith, this is Hayden," doc says and motions me to stand up.  "She
is six weeks along in her pregnancy and will be working with you on your
issue." Mr.  Smith looks me up and down with his eyes lingering first on my
breasts and then on my belly.  The looks up at the doc, "May I touch first
to determine if this may be the proper course for me?" Doc smiles and waves
me over to stand beside Mr.  Smith's chair, "Of course.  Hayden will do
what you ask of her."

   As I stand there, Mr.  Smith starts to feel my body with his right hand.
First he gently grabs my left breast and feels it, then he grabs a little
tighter until I let out a slight moan.  Then he does the same to my left
breast until I moan.  His hand slides down to my belly, where he feels
around a bit and smiles.  His hand then slides down and he starts to feel
around my new silk panties.  He looks at me, "Remove your panties, Hayden."
I look at the doc and he nods at me, so I remove my panties.  Mr.  Smith's
fingers play with my clit and explore my vagina for a moment.  He removes
his hand, smiles at me, and looking at the doc says, "I think she will do
nicely.  How long will she carry this pregnancy?" "About another 10 weeks,"
doc says with a smile, "Then she will be ready to be impregnated again
about four weeks later." Mr.  Smith smiles, "When can we start?"

   Doc touches a button on his desk that I did not notice before and a door
opens in the wall of bookshelves.  Doc nods to Mr.  Smith who stands up and
guides me to the new room with a wicked smile on his face.  He tells me to
strip and lay down on the bed as the door closes behind us.  I do as I am
told and notice him start to strip as well.  As I lay back on the bed, Mr.
Smith turns toward me and I can see that his penis is erect and waiting,
his eyes have a wicked gleam.  "As you are already pregnant, I do not need
to wear a condom," he says as he slides up the bed to be beside me, "Prove
to me I can has sex with a pregnant women and not cause her to miscarry and
I will have your doctor give you a bonus." I smile and nod, "Of course, Mr.
Smith," I say as I lead him to get on top of me.  "Enter when ready," I
grin at him as his grin grows wider and I feel him shove himself deep
inside me.  For the next two hours, Mr.  Smith used me to test all the
different positions he and his young wife enjoyed.  When he was done, he
sighed, kissed my cheek, and silently dressed and left while I lay there.

   I must have fallen asleep as Mr.  Smith left, because the next thing I
remembered was feeling some one wiping my body with a washcloth.  I opened
my eyes slowly to see an older woman using a washcloth and an old washbasin
to wipe me down.  She smiled at me, "Doc sent me in to clean you up.  He
knew that Mr.  Smith would wear you out and said to let you rest for a
while.  I am Anna." I nod weakly, "Hayden.  What do you do here?" I asked
her weakly.  "I am one of the nurses on the island.  I work for Dr.  Jones
and for the health clinic.  My job for Dr.  Jones will be to keep you
healthy for now and then assist when it is time for your ...  procedure,"
she says almost apologetically.  I smile at her, "You mean my abortion?"
She nods, "Not all of the Dr.'s secretaries have been okay with the idea
the first time.  Some have even fought it at first." I nod, "Not to worry,"
I say as I pat my belly, "I have no plans to ever let this swell past 24 or
so weeks." Anna's smile widens, "I know Dr.  Jones will like that.  And I
think I would too," she pats her own belly, "I do not want this one to grow
past that either.  But unless the doc can convince my husband of that or do
something to make it look like a miscarriage, I will not have a choice." "I
think doc will help you," I say with a grin and pat my belly, "Maybe you
can miscarry while assisting in my...  procedure." I laugh and so does
Anna. We chat some more as she helps me get dressed and we eat lunch on the
patio.

   When Anna leaves, I start to review the day in my head.  I had a nice
breakfast or fresh tropical fruits.  My first sex/reproductive therapy
client used me for two hours.  And I met Anna and start to plan to make my
first abortion on the island a more exciting event.  I sighed contentedly;
the future was looking interesting indeed.