10-26-2003, 06:17 PM
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Join Date: Nov 2002
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Janice Fleming
Jack had let her sleep, getting the little ones off to school and sending Mark on a series of errands so that she could prepare herself for their first... encounter.
They sat in silence over coffee as time passed until their son's return. Slowly... much too slowly. No words would lessen the trepidation that they were both feeling and would simply sound like just so many trite platitudes -- and so they didn't even try.
Janice knew that she should 'get ready' and finally excused herself, kissing Jack on top of his head and holding him close as if for assurance. His more than hers. She knew what needed doing and was at least resigned if not accepting of that fact.
Once back in her bedroom, Jan showered and put on the gown that had been provided. It was cotton and long-sleeved, despite the summer heat, and would give Mark... access, without being revealing. This wasn't about love-making after all. It was about copulating. Procreating. Doing the deed and getting the desired result as soon as possible.
She was sitting on the edge of the bed brushing her hair when she heard the quiet knock on the bedroom door. She hadn't closed it all the way, thinking that he might not feel so awkward if it were slightly ajar.
"M-m-mom?"
"Come in, Mark" Janice answered, fighting to keep her own voice from cracking as his had. She had lowered the bedcovers earlier, and now she patted the empty spot that belonged to her husband while forcing an encouraging smile to her face.
Jan watched her son approach the bed slowly as she leaned back against the pillows. He was wearing the hospital gown that they had provided him with as well. A sort of johnnycoat, open in the back but tied. It would give freedom of movement without skin-to-skin contact for those couples who were uncomfortable with that, the FAQ had said. Jan almost laughed aloud at the irony -- who in their right minds could possibly be?
She felt him climb onto the bed, not daring to look at his face just yet. "Pull the covers up, lovey" she whispered as she held out her hand and spread her legs for her son to position himself.
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