Chapter 8

Jack sat in the waiting room of the Family Services Clinic trying to concentrate on the pages of Sports Illustrated but was not having a great deal of success. Seated across from him Bill Brand waited expectantly for the door marked "Treatment and Examination" to open. The two men awaited the arrival of a young lady who was special to them both. Bill Brand loved his young daughter, Emily, and recently only minutes ago, in fact so had Jack Merrick. When the two men caught each other's eye, suddenly, they exchanged a warm smile, for they now shared a special bond in the carnal knowledge of Miss Emily Brand.

Abruptly the heavy office door opened and through it walked a slender figure of exceptional loveliness. Acknowledging her daddy's affectionate smile, the splendid little beauty slowly crossed the room. Jack noted the healthy color in her cheeks as well as the charming somewhat bedazzled expression on her sweet face. Both men noticed the decided waddle to her gait, and when her daddy stood, took her hand and led her over to the check-in window, she stood with her feet spread apart a little bit wider than a girl would normally.

Pretending to read his magazine, Jack gazed discretely at the sweet child's slender and shapely little derriere. He imagined that deep inside of her, the warm and convoluted walls of her delicate vaginal passage cradled a part of him still. He only hoped that as his tiny "beautiful swimmers" moved within her that they would "stay out of trouble". As delighted as he was to know that this delicious young girl contained a sample of his DNA, Jack was concerned about pregnancy for obvious reasons. But recalling the good doctor's assurances that they'd done everything humanly possible to avoid that unpleasant possibility, Jack relaxed a little.

Bill Brand finished his business with the nurse at the administrative window. He'd made another appointment for his lovely daughter in two weeks in spite of the youngster's halfhearted objections. Before leaving, however, he directed his beautiful little girl over to where Jack sat. Then with his hand on his daughter's shoulder, Bill said, "You remember, Mr. Merrick, don't you Emily. Why don't you say hello."

The enchanting brunette stood with her eyes downcast. She squirmed a little, partly out of bashfulness and partly because of the unusual, mild cramping she was experiencing "down there".

Jack gazed up at Emily from his seat, marveling at her exceptional beauty, and remembering fondly how splendid she'd looked lying before him in Dr. Greeley's chair. He recalled how her little tummy, exposed now below the hem of her blouse, had flexed as she accepted him as her lover. He remembered vividly the sight of his erect cock sliding slowly to and fro below that exquisite little Mohawk of soft, dark fur. Jack imagined that even as the lovely young lady stood there before him, she was probably spotting her panties a little, and that made him smile with a sense of pride and fulfilment.

"Hello, Emily," Jack said politely when he caught her eye. "How did your visit to Dr. Greeley go, sweetheart?"

Perhaps it was Jack's unexpected use of a term of endearment, or maybe it was the way he smiled at her, as though he had a secret or something, that caused Emily to give him a peculiar look, before answering. Something inherently female whispered to the young girl, hinting that she and this man, Mr. Merrick, shared something, something she didn't exactly understand. It was kinda like he knew her in a way, a different way, deep down and very personal.

Jack watched the lovely brunette's brow furrow slightly, and suspected that she was, on some deeper level, remembering their time together as well. Then as though she'd managed to shake off whatever was the cause of her concern, Emily looked up at Jack and answered. "OK, I guess."

"God she's beautiful!" Jack silently exclaimed, as to Emily he said, "That's nice, sweetheart. A pretty girl like you should have pretty teeth." Then with a glance upward at her father, Bill, he added. "You run along with your daddy now, honey, and perhaps sometime, I'll see you again, OK?"

After another of those curious looks, the exceptional young girl nodded.

"Like Dr. Greeley says," Jack reflected. "Only time will tell."

Miss Emily Brand's name would appear in the next issue of the highly secretive newsletter of the Family Services Pool, and in two weeks time she would be given another opportunity to meet new people and make new friends.