Chapter 9

Eva wasn't completely turned on to Lesbian love, but it was sex and she looked forward to Nina's return. It was three weeks before Nina dropped by again, and she brought her baby. They didn't make love. Nina looked at her caustically and said, "Frankly, dear, now that you're showing so much, I'm turned off."

Eva sizzled and called her a hypocritical bitch.

Even her husband, John, was ignoring her. Oh, he was kind and thoughtful and concerned, but other than a peck on the cheek, he hadn't touched her. They weren't even sleeping together, since he had moved to the spare bedroom so as not to disturb her. She couldn't seem to get it across to him that she wanted to be disturbed.

Over breakfast one morning, John told her that Nina had found a tennis partner, female of course, and gone on a tennis tour.

"God, that cunt-sucking, ass-kissing, pious, hypocritical Lesbian." she said, but not so John could hear, of course.

Another month passed. She felt like a prisoner, and worse, felt awkward and ugly and unwanted. She saw her mother occasionally, and went for long walks, and read a lot of books, but that wasn't what she wanted. She didn't miss girl sex, since she had only tried it once, and could jerk off for relief, which she had, two and three times some days, but she realized that she wanted a man, even in her bloated condition.

One day, after window shopping for almost an hour she decided she could walk no further and, seeing a theater, decided it was as good a resting place as any. She crossed the street and bought a ticket, not so much as bothering to see what was playing.

In the cool darkness, she went about a third of the way down, went to the middle of the row, and sat heavily into the welcome cushion. Her shoes came off first, and then she fidgeted about in her seat until she was reasonably comfortable before directing her attention to the screen. The feature was in the middle and she had no idea what was going on, but she was bored with everything, anyway, so it didn't really matter.

From the corner of her eye, she caught movement and looked up to see a man settling into the seat next to hers.

"Uh, this seat isn't taken, is it?" the man asked.

"No." Eva answered, looking quickly back to the screen.

Every other seat in the row was vacant, and every seat in the next row, and the next, and the next. In fact, there were less than a dozen people in the whole theater.

Eva stared straight ahead for several minutes, pondering where she had seen the man before. Then it came to her; she had caught a glimpse of him from the corner of her eye when she was window shopping on the next block. She remembered now that he had been staring at her. She had thought nothing of it at the time, but now she realized that she had had the feeling of being watched for some time. Her heart quickened and missed a beat. The man had followed her into the theater and had the nerve to sit in the seat next to her. Her pulse pounded in her temple. She wanted to take another look at him in case she had to identify him later, but didn't dare.

"I've been dying to see this picture." he said. "It really should be fabulous. Don't you think?"

"Yes, I guess so." Eva answered without turning her head. She could hear him fidgeting around in his seat.

They sat in silence for five, maybe ten minutes.

"I hope it follows the book. It's a fabulous book. Have you read it?" he finally said.

"No." Eva answered, again without looking at him.

"You should. It's well worth the time."

"Yes, I suppose so." Eva said.

"Am I annoying you? Would you like me to move?"

"No, it's all right." she said, taking a quick glance at him. He was young, probably younger than she, and rather good-looking. Her mouth felt dry and she licked at her lips.

"You're... you're beautiful, ma'am. I think women are at their prettiest when they're, well..."

"Yes, go on." Eva said, her face flushing, her heart pounding wildly.

"When they're... when they're carrying a child." he blurted.

Eva smiled and looked into his eyes. "You can say it, pregnant isn't a naughty word."

"Yes, pregnant. I should have said it to start with. You must be pretty far along, ma'am."

"Oh, only the sixth month or so." She giggled then. "I still have a ways to go."

"I'm just fascinated with women in your condition, pregnant I mean." he said. Eva felt his arm brush her neck as it crept stealthily across the back of her seat. "Gosh, I'd have bet that you were more than six months along." His arm was around her now, and he let his hand drop lightly onto her shoulder. Her heart pounded beneath her swollen breast. "Could I... would you mind if... you wouldn't scream if I put my hand on your tummy, would you?"

"No, I guess it would be all right, she said hesitantly.

He put his hand flat on her stomach. "I probably shouldn't say this to you, but I get terribly aroused when I see a pregnant woman." he said, moving his hand gently back and forth.

"What do you mean, aroused?"