Archive-name: Changes/joanxmas.txt Archive-author: Archive-title: Joan for Christmas The chilly moist air was biting at his face as John hurried through the mall parking lot. A heavy rich aroma from the many wood burning fireplaces filled his nostrils, the grey foreboding sky added to the message that a huge snowfall was to come. It was almost Christmas and John had bought his annual gifts for his special "girl". The packages he struggled with were filled with lacy lingerie from the Mothercare store and on the hanger he clung to so tightly was the his often wished for red velvet maternity dress. In the infants department he had seen all the velvet dresses lined up, green ones, red and purple, all waiting for some mother to take them home for their little girls christmas finery. The red ones with the square lace collars were by far the prettiest and he could only wish one would fit. It was in the "Coming Events" store that he spotted the many more feminine fancy dresses. Most stores were carrying the more modern "working mother" fashions, long gone it seemed were what John thought were traditional and feminine fashions. "The" dress seemed to jump off the rack and say "I'm you" a she studied the pleated empire waist bustline. Long sleeves with white lace cuffs and a skirt that would grace his statuesque legs to the ankles. The sticker price of $150.00 almost scared him away but it was Christmas and he just said, "I'm worth it". A slight rain had begun to fall and the parking lot was starting to get treacherous, Johns car was a but a few aisles from the mall entrance and he knew he'd soon be home preparing to wrap his "special" presents for an exciting Christmas morning,that's probably why he got a little careless as he darted into the path of the oncoming automobile. John held the dress high to protect it from hitting the ground as he saw the headlights get closer and closer. He knew as they grew brighter and brighter that they were not going to stop. There seemed to be no sound, just a calm peaceful quite,a blur and then white light all around. Trying to focus his eyes and tune his ears to what appeared to be someone calling him. Then he heard it more clearly, "Joan, Joan, are you okay". As his eyes focus he could make out the images of a rather romantic apartment, furnished in turn of the century decor, he was reclining on a love seat but unsure how he had gotten there. His/she, it was all becoming very confusing, eyes fixed in the direction of the voice calling "Joan" and he/she saw a young blonde gentleman, dressed in white dinner jacket, wearing formal trousers. His physic indicated that he exercised regularly, his voice was soft and caring. With his vision cleared, John, or was it Joan?, realized that this handsome gentleman was calling to him/her, but why was he calling him Joan? Rising from the love seat John/Joan ventured toward the mirror located at the end of the hall. Nothing would have him/her prepared for the reflection he/she eyed in the mirror. Looking back was a young girl, in her early twenties he/she thought. He/she mumbled under his/her breath,"I've been watching too many "Quantum Leaps", lowered and shook his/her head and returned a gaze to the mirror. The image had not changed. A beautiful young girl was staring back at him/her as she stood in front of that perplexing mirror. "Joan, you seemed to have swooned, he said with a proper British accent. You must have had too much bubbly at the pub,"he continued. Joan still uncertain, returned to the couch, assumed she had been dreaming, for obviously she was a young lady who had consumed too much alcohol. "I'm sorry, I seem to have forgotten your name", Joan blushingly apologized. "Jacque, remember you followed me all day at the mall and we"bumped" into each other on the escalator. You said you were trying to find a way to meet. The sudden stopping of the escalator provided the opportunity. You would have crushed all your pretty packages in the fall if I hadn't caught you." It was no more clearer but what he said seemed to make sense. Shopping was hectic and she did seem to recall this gorgeous guy she had seen earlier in the day. Had she really been drinking with this stranger? Did she willing follow him to this room? The situation was "strange" but not frightening. She didn't feel "threatened" in anyway, just a little "unsure". She tried to rise to her feet but found her knees again wobbly, faltered and was caught by Jacque, who again lowered her to the seat. He sat beside her, holding her shoulders to steady and warm her, he asked if she was feeling better. "Yes", was Joans weak reply, "maybe I could have some coffee", she inquired? "Two Irish Coffees coming right up", Jacque responded. "Make mine "regular" with just a little cream, please" "Plain it will be". Within just a few minutes Jacque returned with an elegant coffee service for two, piping hot coffee in each china cup. Jacque added a slight amount of cream while asking, "say when?" "Enjoy!, he exclaimed as he lifted his cup to what Joan noticed where moist inviting lips. Joan had taken but a few sips from the cup when her hand faltered and the cup tummulted to the floor. Her quick action saved her from being scalded by the spilling liquid though an amount did land on here white blouse. Jacque retrieved a robe from his room, turning his back toto allow Joan to remove the stained blouse and don the robe. Joan thought there was more to this than seemed real. She stilled wondered if this was all a dream. If it were she was going to give it every opportunity to play itself out. She removed the coffee stained blouse and undid her bra but never put on the robe. "You may turn around now", she said. Jacque was amazed at the beauty of the naked girls breasts. They stood as equally firm globes with areola domes that appeared to be well suckled. Her breasts reminded him of those he had seen of "wet nurses" in his home country, whose nipple area seemed to swell and engorge from being "with milk" for so long. Joan motioned for him to explore her exposed flesh by cupping each globe and lifting them slightly. Jacque tongued each nipple before taking one firmly into his mouth and suckling her like an infant. Jacque was a little disappointed not finding any fluid flowing from these lovely milk mounds but nursed at her breasts non the less while softly stroking her soft sensual abdominal flesh. They explored a deep kiss, her breasts were now heaving from the passion of his sucking and kissing. Joan felt a "wetness" in her panties like she had never felt before. This was all so strange to her. Jacques hand had worked its way through the elastic waistband of her panties and was advancing on its target. Joan froze in fear of what he would find. Was this all a dream? Was she Joan or, she couldn't remember any vestiges of a male name but she still feared that Jacques advancing hand might find a penis instead of a pussy. Joans breath stopped as Jacques hand entered her pubic hair,pulling the hairs slightly as his forward motion eased to a snails pace. She wanted him to touch her. She wanted to know for sure. Would she wake up as he screamed YOUR A MAN. Frozen in time she waited for his final advance. A sense of relief was realized when she felt soft folds being parted and probed by Jacques large fingers. She could feel her wetness coating his fingers and easing their entry into her warm vagina. Jacque forced several fingers into her moist hole. Joan bucked on his fingers while imploring Jacque to replace them with the glorious pecker she knew he would have. In a climatic frenzy she completed the ride on his fingers and lay motionless. As she began to recover she felt Jacques manhood smearing its precum fluid on her holes entrance, not that she needed more lubrication. She loved having the head of his big prick rub up and down the folds of her steaming pussy but she also longed to have it rammed home and quench the fire that was burning in her loins. He played for several minutes, even venturing to her "back door"but only brushing it lightly and never trying to enter. Joan was not sure she was ready to have her ass rammed by such a huge weapon, with her hand she steered his sword to the hole that would be its sheath. With her excitement at fever pitch he was able to enter her in one swift motion. The ecstacy of the impalement made Joan gasp for air and momentarily stop all motion. She reveled in the reality of having a man buried firmly between her thighs. There was a feeling of newness yet she mustn't have been a virgin, there was no blood, nor any pain. Jacque slowly began to work his tool deeper into her beckoning hole. At each thrust Joan tried to capture the pounding intruder with the strength of her vaginal muscles but each attempt was countered by a powerful retreat and an even stronger assault. Their game went on for what seemed an eternity, halting in a frozen convulsion of climatic eruptions. Jacques seed poured into Joans womb, warm spurts of semen showered the entrance to her cervix, flooding her chamber with the fertile seeds of life. Several weeks had past since Joan encounter with Jacque and she was concerned that she had not heard from him again. She never remembered having a "one night stand" with anyone and wondered how she let it happen. She did recall how handsome Jacque was with a sigh of "what will be -- will be". Sunday while getting ready for church, Joan felt a little unsteady and sat back on her bed after trying unsuccessfully to bend and put on her pantyhose. A waive of nausea came over her and she beat a path to the bathroom, getting to the commode with no time to spare as her body purged itself of the tea and muffin she had eaten for breakfast. Wretch after convulsive wretch Joan heaved the last remnants of that morning meal into the commode. With the sour taste of vomit in her mouth she ran a cup of water only to be met with more retching as she tried to use it to cleanse her mouth. All Joan could do was struggle back to the bed, lowering herself as best she could and reclining in a fetal position in an attempt to quell the tide of the abdominal pains she was experiencing. Joans first suspicion was she was pregnant but when she went several more weeks without any symptoms she decided it must have been something she ate or was a touch of the flu. Then it happened again, violent abdominal pains and retching but since she had not eaten it was only non productive heaving with nausea and pains lacking any comparison with anything she had known before. It had now been almost six weeks since her evening with Jacque and Joan realized that she had missed her period. She was fairly certain that Jacque had gotten her pregnant and she had noway of contacting him to tell him of his impending parenthood. Mid-day when she felt a little better, Joan ventured to the drugstore to get a pregnancy kit to confirm what she knew in her mind was so. Feeling a little embarrassed as she set the kit on the counter, She did not want to answer any questions about her potential pregnancy. She just knew the clerk would notice the absence of a wedding ring on her finger and assume she was some slut who "slept around" and got herself "knocked-up". To her relief the clerk just announced the cost of the purchased slipped it into a bag and returned her change from the twenty dollar bill she had handed him. Joan headed straight home to perform the test, torn between her expectations of the results. If she was pregnant she knew she would have a beautiful baby, Jacque was such a handsome lover but this was all so new to her, she was still unsure how this had all happened. After reading the instructions, Joan placed the indicator strip on the bathroom sink, and used the alcohol pad provided to sanitize the area around her vulva so not to contaminate the urine sample and give a false indication from the test. Collecting the sample was not as difficult as she first thought it might be, the cup was large enough to circle her vaginal lips. She released a stream on liquid as the instruction had told, then while she was "going" she filled the cup to its three quarter mark, allowing the rest of her bladder to empty into the toilet. Dropping the indicator strip into the cup she waited to see what developed. Gradually a line came into view, it was a horizontal line, the making of a "negative" sign, then the vertical line began to appear, sure enough a clear "positive"sign had appeared. Joan was PREGNANT. Over the next few weeks Joan was sensitive to every change her body was experiencing. The "morning sickness" had taken its toll, every fibre of her body ached. The tingling in her breasts had started as they developed their milk producing capability. The "inches" of her bodily measurements were increasing, her waist already increasing by almost two inches. Joan felt she could detect a noticeable swell as she gently held the tape measure around her middle. Showers became a most pleasant experience. The playful pellets of water bounced on her sensitized flesh producing erotic reminders of her "condition", generating memories of the passion that produced this child growing in her belly. Her soft toweling were like kisses to her excited nipples causing them to harden and beg to be comforted further. With an increased vigor she rubbed her breasts hoping to quell the "full beyond capacity" feeling that their engorgement had produced. Joans excitement of carrying a child had been realized, yet there was still a sense of something not quite connected. She could remember the father, though she knew she was not married. She knew she didn't have a "steady" boyfriend so it must have been a "one night stand", yet she hadn't been prone to "sleeping around". Somehow it HAD occurred, her reflection now was clearly that of a pregnant woman. Joans next few months seemed to blur together. Looking for work was the last thing on her list as her bank account seemed to be significant enough to carry her through the birth of her baby. Shopping the Malls, buying clothes took up most of her time. A few times she tried to retrace her steps from that fateful night in search of the babies father but she always came up empty and resigned to the fact that he was gone. Joan became a little concerned when her doctor wanted to run some test. She couldn't tell him much about the father, other than race, color of hair and a guess at height and weight. She knew nothing of his background. Had no idea of his heritage. Was he Irish? Or German, maybe? Was he just a good old American, Heinz 57 variety. What could the doctor even be concerned about, she wasn't of an age to be "high risk". She was generally healthy. She was raised believe you "trust your doctor", so she agreed to any test he thought was necessary. The examining room had been carefully prepared. The cold steel stirrups though had been replace with what looked like plastic ones but wouldn't prove to be significantly warmer. Under the doctors instructions Joan disrobed and slipped into the gown that the nurse had provided. The feeling of vulnerability always increased when she removed all her clothes and was covered by only this thin garment that one could never keep fastened no matter which way it was worn. Joan was so aware of her nudity as she walked toward the table, she might as well not have the robe on. She could tolerate not wearing a bra but being without panties seemed and invitation for anyone to "enter". It was like the door to the house had been taken off and all could seen the contents inside. She fantasized that people could actually look up her and see her baby. Her beautiful smiling baby, grinning and saying "I won't come out until I'm ready". A blonde, attractive nurse named Jane, also very pregnant helped Joan onto the examining table. Carefully she lifted each leg into the waiting stirrups. She then opened Joans robe, exposing her flesh almost to her bloated breasts. Carefully she applied a warm lotion across most of her distended abdomen, and then explained as she applied a rounded shape instrument that she was doing an ultra sound to examine the developing fetus and make sure all was well. With patterned motions the nurse scanned the length and width of her pregnant tummy. Joan felt awkward lying so exposed and having this sexual young nurse touching her so intimately. When the nurse brought the probe to the lower part of her abdomen and was going to retrace her path upwards, Joan raised her hand and placed it on the distended belly of nurse Jane. She traced her hand to Janes lower abdomen and continued until her fingers rested over the woman's sex. Joans fingers toyed with her examiner through the nylon uniform she was wearing. Nurse Jane placed the ultrasound transducer at the entrance of Janes pregnant hole and massaged her "button" while gradually working the probe into her canal. Joan pulled Janes slacks to below her bulging belly and did the same for the cotton underpants she was wearing. This gave Jane unobstructed access to the nurses swollen love box. Joan worked several fingers into Janes willing hole while intern the nurse worked the probe even deeper into Joans stuffed muff. They rode each others assault, allowing the passion to build beyond fever pitch. Jane stiffened first and then rhythmically rotated on Joans invading fingers, as she climaxed she pushed the probe to the very entrance of Joans womb, that set off fireworks in Joan like she had never experienced before. She rocked harder and harder, trying to force the probe even deeper but it had reached its limit. With the probe locked at the entrance to her womb by the pressure Joan exerted, Joan kept her hips raised high in the air while she felt wave after wave of climactic pleasure. Nurse Jane had just retrieved the probe and fixed her clothing when in walked the doctor asking how the ultrasound test had gone. Nurse Jane just answered, "I think we got some "interesting" pictures." From that visit on Joan looked forward to her "doctor" visits and was ready and willing to allow any "tests" that he thought were needed. As Joan prepared to shower she was amazed at how much she had grown. She loved to study her pregnant figure in the mirror and following the swollen curves with the tips of her fingers usually brought on an intense organism. Many times she worried that her innocent playing might bring on premature labor. While examining her figure she would allow her fingers to find the entrance of her sex. The spot that was responsible for the "shape" she was in. She'd insert several fingers then use her free hand to rotate her "button". Her swollen belly would rotate as she road her playful fingers. Her jerky bucking would soon increase to an uncontrolled frenzy and she'd be trying to force her hole hand into that pregnant hole. She had been successful in getting all five fingers but was unable to push the whole palm into her hole. She expected that when she was closer to giving birth she would be able to insert her whole fist. She had herd of "fisting" but never had it done, she would experience it even if she had to do it herself. Joan grew melancholy as her due date drew near. She loved being pregnant, she enjoyed her bloated body. The stirring of life within her was an immense turn on and she didn't want to give it up. She began wishing she could plug her hole and never allow the baby to leave her womb. She watched as various parts of her belly changed shape with the movement of thee child within. An arm or elbow put such a dimple on one side while the head put a large lump to the right. When she felt a foot push on her kidney she knew she would have to go to the bathroom quickly. Not knowing what possessed her to do it she sat on the toilet without pulling down her pants. She just sat there an relaxed and then her bladder released. The warm urine began to soak her panties, the warmness traveled down the back of her thighs and up the cheeks of her ass. She had wanted to "wet her pants" for a long time and the sensation was great. She was looking forward to changing he little ones diapers, she recalled the pleasure it was to lay and be fussed with while her diaper was being changed. Oh, how she longed for that time again. She truly "waddled" as she crossed the bathroom and removed her wet pants. Because of her "accident" Joan decided to take a shower. The water cascaded off her bloated belly as rubbed the soap in circles around the distended mound. Her skin became slick with the clouds of soap that piled on her swollen hill, so much so that she was standing in a sea foam of white suds. When the cake of soap was applied to her engorged breasts she felt the "hardness" brought on from their ample supply of milk. She could now toy with her nipples ever so slightly and "bring down" her nourishing fluid. Her breasts still stood firm and pointed on her chest, even with their increasing supply of nectar they had not began to droop, though they were exceedingly heavy and going without a bra was no longer an option. These "erotic" showers always brought on a case of needing something to fill her already stuffed pussy, that's why she had gone to the "book store" and purchased some adult "play toys". Still Joan felt almost "naughty" when she would use these "toys" on herself. She wasn't sure why but each time she used these implements she felt she was cheating someone out of a good time and quite possibly cheating herself out of some great sex. Joans favorite "weapon"was the 3 inch round cock that was about nine inches long and had a suction cup at its end. She could fasten it to the floor of the shower and ride it unmercifully while the warm water poured down on her. Squatting she could impale her pregnant pussy on the shaft and rotate her hips forcing the plastic pecker to touch the most intimate crevices of her blossoming hole. She would rotate clockwise for several turns, winding her senses to a peak, then reverse her motion, which only increased her state of arousal. Her thighs would strain to keep their squatted position as her climax neared. She had to keep from setting down on the pecker for fear of damaging the child growing in her belly. The intensity of the orgasms she was able to produce must have been elevated by the fears of driving that plastic intruder right into her baby laden womb. She fantasized that the child would grab the entering weasel, hold it, not allowing it to retreat, keeping her forever impaled upon this latex pecker. Joans baby laden belly was heaving to and fro, up and down, at the peak of her climax, Joan forced her pregnant hole firmly onto the pecker and tightened her pussy muscles around its shaft as the throws of orgasm coursed through her body. Her breasts began to drip their sweet nectar, that flowed in tiny rivers down her distended abdomen. With her fingers she smeared the flowing liquid into her pussy hairs and mixed it with the juices that were escaping from her cunt and then she rested. When Joan awoke with a cramping sensation in her lower abdomen she knew her time was near. It was joyous in some ways, for she would experience the joy of childbirth but sad in a way because she loved being pregnant. Pregnancy seemed such a natural state for her, she was at peace with her body. She even loved the full round curves that took over the many aspects of her once small features. The attention she got from men also added to the pleasure in being pregnant. Joan knew her labor was in the early stages and did not want to go to the hospital until she was close to delivery. She wanted to experience the events that were to come, unhindered by the fuss and commotion of a hospital. She would have to start her journey to the hospital before the pains became too unbearable but she was willing to stretch it as far as she was able. In the early afternoon her cramps worsened and she began to notice a warm fullness in her pussy area. She attributed this to the expanding of her pubic bones and the added blood flow to the are to prepare the birth canal for its work. Joan stripped off all her clothes and admired her now ripe figure, her breasts were drooping ever so slightly but her belly had definitely "dropped". During most of her pregnancy she had a "high round" abdomen, almost as if she had a beachball stuffed in her panties but in the last few days her belly had fallen several inches, seeming to have lost its strength to stay erect. For comfort Joan dressed only in a light nightgown that she noticed was "see through" as she began to ready the things she would take to the hospital. Joan would have all her nice maternity lingerie on when she went to the hospital but for now she wanted to be comfortable. For her hospital stay, Joan first packed several nice nursing gowns. She examined the slits that could be parted to allow her infant access to her milk filled breasts. Joan anticipated the excitement of nursing her baby and was looking forward to the experience. She carefully folded several nursing bras. She had purchased the underwire type to caress and frame her breasts while they were exposed to her infants suckling. She admired the lacy cups fitted with what was advertised as easily opened with one had so you could safely hold your baby with the other. She had practiced often with these snaps and knew she would be good at it when it was time to feed her newborn. She packed several new pairs of maternity panties. She knew her body wouldn't quickly return to its pre-pregnancy shape and after all she did enjoy the lacy expansion panel of the silk panties. She mustn't forget the cocobutter cream she had purchased for softening and moisturizing her nipples in between nursing. She had heard they could get dry and crack, which was very painful and often caused a cessation of nursing. Joan wanted to nurse her baby as long as she could so she was going to do everything to make it successful. With her bags packed and the pains coming stronger and closer together Joan decided it was time to get dressed for her trip to the hospital. You would have thought she was getting ready for a night on the town. Joan had carefully planned her "delivery day" outfit. All new lingerie, black panties and matching nursing bra. The matching camisole barely covered the swell of her belly, she had dropped so much. Suntan, support pantyhose added a sheen to her freshly shaved legs accentuating their athletic attractiveness. The pink with white appliques maternity top was the picture of innocence that Joan loved to portray. With pinafore white smock it made her look like she should be going to a school girl party rather than to deliver a baby. Dressed and ready, Joan still waited for the intensity and duration of her pains to increase. She could only classify what she had felt so far as "moderate" and they were still 10-12 minutes apart. She was going to push it to the 4-6 minute range for she was hoping someone at the hospital would have to undress her and she was hoping for a male nurse. Joan was sure they take these things in stride but it had an erotic connotation in her mind. By early evening Joan had been in labor for over twelve hours and the pains had increased from what Joan called "moderate" to what she would now call "minimumly" strong. On their onset they would take her breath away but the would roll from her pubic area to the cheeks of her ass, subsiding as they travelled their course. Joan was meeting the pains now with a copulating motion. She tried to "ride" the pains as she rode her mysterious lovers seed filled tube. The agony/pleasure of the pain was passing erotic thoughts through her mind. Joan realized that after her delivery she would be planning another pregnancy as soon as possible. With the pains just over five minutes apart an about two minutes in duration, two minutes of hellish suffering that had Joan wondering why she waited so long. Was she going to be able to endure the stress long enough to get to the hospital? She knew the trip to the hospital would take about twenty minutes and her end stage labor could advance quickly. Stopped at her first traffic light, it seemed to take an eternity for that light to change. Joan considered running it. Joan felt someone was trying to split her in two by driving a wedge between her thighs. The most intense contractions were now about three minutes apart with the rolling and splitting pain lasting almost the whole duration, letting up only to be started again with another contraction. The intense pain was making the driving a most difficult task. Any erotic fantasies were lost in the excruciating pain racking her body. She wanted to cry out "this is not happening to me!" "Whose the bastard that did this to me?" Joans agony was unknown to anyone about her, tightly sealed in the confines of the automobile she was driving. With little time to spare she arrived at the hospital, quickly paring her car at the emergency room entrance and met by a young orderly who quickly identified her need. He called back into the corridor, "gurney!, stat!, we have a woman about to deliver." Joan was placed on the gurney and she felt them attach an IV tube to one arm while a blood pressure cuff was wrapped around her left arm. Someone was tugging at her pantyhose, she hoped it was the orderly who had met her at the entrance. With equal dexterity she felt her panties being pulled down the length of her legs. As she felt her legs being lifted into the stirrups another wave of contractions blurred the happenings from her mind. When she recovered her legs had been securely fastened in the cold steel stirrups, a tent had been placed over them given some semblance of privacy to the exposure of her most intimate parts. Joan felt a warm trickle flowing down the crack of her ass. She feared she had "wet" herself in the frenzy and excitement, to her relief she heard the nurse say, "her water has broken, she should deliver very soon." They seemed to be telling her to "push" and "hold it" at the same time. Her body was out of sequence with what the attending doctor wanted. Joan knew this baby was going to do what it darn well pleased and it was going to come out whether they wanted her to push or not. The strength of the contractions were now drawing her up almost to a sitting position yet her legs were high above her head securely fastened in those cold stirrups. "She's fully dilated", she heard the doctor state. "Let her bear down with each onset of the contractions." "Push!", came the order. "Again, bear down as hard as you can, the head is out and the right shoulder, once or twice more and you'll be done", he finished. Then, reflected in the mirror above the delivery table, the red bloody body of a little baby could be seen. Joan could not tell what sex it was and anxiously waited to her the doctors intonation. "It's a GIRL!", he proudly exclaimed. Joan was happy and slept. It was almost midnight when Joan awaken. Somewhat frightened by the low level of light and lack of any perceptible sound. Joan groped for the call button she knew would be at the side of her bed and pushed it time after time. The night nurse at the station, saw the flashing light immediately and dispatched a floor nurse to Joan's room . "Where's my baby?", Joan pleaded. "Is it alright?" "Your baby's fine", the nurse responded. "Would you like to see her?" "Yes" "She might not have been fed yet", the nurse offered. "Would you like to try nursing her?" "Oh yes!" was Joans anxious reply. The doubts and wondering had returned to her mind. How was all this happening? Something strange had overcome her but what was it. She again had the fear that what she would find in her nightgown wouldn't be the nourishing breasts that would be needed to feed the baby that was going to be brought to her room. Was this all some kind of dream? Visions of the Mall began to return. The pretty maternity dresses she wanted to buy but found too expensive. The parking lot and the cold slipper driveway came into view. Joan was again panic stricken as the bright light shown in her face. She reached inside the gown she was wearing, as the light lessened when the nurse closed the room door. The nurse lay the small infant at the breast that Joan had exposed and with hungry warm lips, little baby Heather Rose suckled the offered nipple. Waves of shear pleasure shot through her as the infants suckling grew more intense. Joan was surprise that such a small child could create so much force on her tender nipples. She could feel the warm fluid escaping from those swollen globes. Joan knew she had all she wanted. The pain from the suckling grew stronger. Joan freed her other breast in an attempt to have her nurse from that one and "share the pain". Her chest was burning. Then she was being helped to her feet. "Young man, are you okay?", came the question from an attractive young woman assisting him to his feet. "You almost walked right in front of my car", she continued, "had you not fallen on the patch of ice, I might have hit you. Are you okay?" "Your packages seem to be okay, whose the lucky lady that is going to get that lovely dress?" the driver inquired. With a little disappointment in his voice he said, "why, it's for me." "Interesting", was her one word reply. --