Chapter 13

"Well," Dal said, "I see you've been busy."

I grinned.

Wendy said, "I need to get off my feet." Dal offered her a comfy chair. She sat.

She looked at me, "You! Molester boy. It's your fault I'm in this condition. Get busy!"

She snapped her fingers and pointed at her feet. "Do a good job and I won't kill you," she growled.

I pulled over a chair and sat. I picked up both her feet, placed them on my lap and started.

"You've done this before," Dal said.

"It used to be nightly," I agreed. "Now it's every time she sits."

"Less chatter and more rubbing," she groused, "Where is the lotion? You know I like the lotion."

"Dal?" I asked, "In the blue duffle is a green square can that says bag balm. Would you fetch it, please."

For those of you who don't know, Bag Balm is a salve developed in 1899 to soothe irritation on cows' udders after milking. The active ingredients of Bag Balm are 8-hydroxyquinoline sulfate 0.3% (antiseptic) in a petroleum jelly USP and lanolin base. Cows love it!

Wendy too. Don't tell her I said that. She thinks being pregnant has made her ugly. It's not her body ... it's her mind. Although ... she does look like an olive standing on two toothpicks. Don't tell her that, either.

Bagbalm is as effective as Cornhuskers but doesn't smell as nice. In case you're unfamiliar with Cornhuskers, the lotion, not the university or the state, it's made up of Fumaric acid and triethanolamine, sodium calcium alginate, guar gum, calcium chloride, calcium sulfate, glycerin and SD alcohol 40 are some of the 11 ingredients in the lotion. The other three are secret.

I don't know why Wendy likes bag balm over Cornhuskers but she does.

Dal fetched and I slathered her feet. I don't believe she ever appreciated the relief of sex as much as she loved her feet rubbed. Besides, sex is what got her here ... sitting with her feet in my lap and getting the swelling reduced. Feet swelling ... not the more noticeable one.

The groans and moans brought the office staff in. They just had to see who was having orgasms. After Wendy finally said, enough, she pulled up her maternity blouse and pulled down the elastic jeans and I used the bag balm on her belly.

"It's good for the stretch marks," I said, "Lemon works good too."

The main secretary asked, "What kind of lemon?"

"Fresh squeezed mixed with olive oil," I said.

The secretary gave Dal a knowing look.

Comfort restored, Wendy sighed. "You do that so well, I'll keep you."

I set her feet on the floor.