Chapter 33

Julie did a good job of keeping any expression off her face as she listened silently to my report on the intelligence I had received from teenaged Eva on her sister Gloria’s little tricks to stitch me up for a long stretch in prison.

I knew I had shamelessly taken advantage of Eva’s crush on me at the beginning of her sexual development, but I mollified my guilty conscience with the argument that it was she that came to me and I didn’t do anything to set her up to pump her more ways than one.

“I don’t know what you did to Gloria to foster such a degree of revenge on her part and I don’t want to know if you don’t mind keeping it to yourself. I only have one question for you, my dear husband. Did you enjoy humping some teenaged ass from an almost virgin and make her do those other things you seem to just have to have to satisfy your need for total satisfaction? Was it a chore to mount her from behind like I know you like it best and watch her young cheeks bouncing underneath your happy thighs with the enthusiasm of a girl in training?”

I looked at Julie’s face and it didn’t see any amusement there, just a sort of sadness that made me feel like a heel even though I was just doing what the young girl wanted desperately for me to do to her and almost begged me not to stop when it was all over. No, I didn’t feel any pity for Eva, in fact I was a bit in awe of her power to get me aroused with her not really knowing how tempting her body was to the average guy with pussy on the brain.

We were sitting in the kitchen area and at that moment before I was able to gather my nerve and mount a verbal response to my secretary/wife’s accusations that might make her a bit sweeter for the rest of the day. I was just about to open my yap and give a good line of bullshit when she looked up at and quickly put down her coffee cup and said, “Mike, you better get my bag from the bedroom and we need to drive to the hospital right away because I am getting an unmistakable signal from down below that the time has arrived for us to start a family the old fashioned way.”

It took a few seconds for the words to sink into my consciousness but I got the message loud and clear and almost ran into the bedroom and recovered the bag we had ready for just such an emergency.

I let Julie cling to my arm the entire way to the car door and made certain she got in without hitting her head on the door.

It was only a short distance about six and a half blocks to the hospital and we had rehearsed this trip twice already because she remembered her mother’s advice about such things when she got caught unprepared one time with one of her siblings and had the baby in a taxicab right in the middle of Central Park with a mounted cop giving a hand. That was a favorite story she used to tell at family gatherings and Julie was in dread of winding up in the same boat without a paddle.

“Mike, park the car right there on the street next to the emergency room entrance because I don’t think I can make the walk from the main entrance to the place we have to go for checking in.”

I followed Julie’s instructions without question because it was a legal parking space and there was no danger of getting towed like a jerk without a clue.

I could tell from the look of pain on her face that this was not a joyful time for Julie but she was being a good little trooper and helping move things right along in her usual determined way of doing things.

The emergency room was bustling with all kinds of sick, lame and wounded, but it looked like we were the only ones expecting a new addition to the household.

Thankfully, the male nurse who took in the scene with a quick glance got her into a wheelchair and started pushing her to the proper ward with operating rooms and delivery of newborns into the world.

He sent me to the admin office to turn in her identification cards and the name of her doctor. He told me to take the doctor on duty if her doctor was not available because they were all trained for such emergencies and speed was of the essence judging from the look on Julie’s face.

It seemed like an eternity but I know it was in reality only a matter of minutes before I sat in the waiting room as they prepped Julie for the labor and I consoled my nerves with what had to be the absolutely worst cup of coffee I had ever allowed to pass my lips and trickle down into my astonished stomach as an unwilling and captive audience to my shaking hand.

The only other person in the room was a teenaged boy who had taken his mother there for an unexpected delivery. He told me his father was working a job over in New Jersey and he wasn’t able to even call him to let him know where he was. Apparently, a kindly neighbor was watching the other young children and they were all excited about the opportunity to watch a television because they couldn’t afford one of their own. His name was Jimmy and he was a nice kid sitting there holding his mother’s purse and hoping he wouldn’t be considered odd for holding a female purse despite the emergency circumstances.