The club was aplace she knew intimately, inside and out. She'd visited with her father,she'd come alone, she'd come with girls. She'd seen every dark littlecorner and even had sex in most of them. But those days were over, shefelt with a stinging in her eyes. She would no longer be the conqueror.She would be the conquest. She tried to tell herself that this waspreposterous, that she was still George Worthington. She still owned thisplace.But the huge bodies around her, magnified by her own feeling of smallnessand fear of being so weak, told her otherwise. She felt like everyone wasstaring at her hungrily and, for the first time, she fled from Dance Berryin terror, swearing she heard the jeering laughter of the usurpers as theking fled.For the third time that night, she ran into someone. This time, there wasno door to gird her from the blow, and there was no give in the body intowhich she collided. She scarcely halted, trying once again to scramble toher feet so she could complete her. When I went upstairs Andrea was standing by the crib. “I just love looking at her,” she said. “Could you take those down to the refrigerator?”I carried two nursing bottles filled with a slightly bluish white fluid and set them next to two others. “You’re really starting to produce,” I said on returning.“I know. I pumped them dry after nursing her. I know she’s getting nutrition. She’s gaining weight -- she’s gained half a pound already.”“I know she is, too. I see it in her diapers.”I stripped to my briefs and slid into bed. Andrea did her nightly routine and came in from the bathroom. She slipped out of her robe and in her bra and briefs slid in beside me.We lay facing each other, gazing into each other’s eyes and stroking each other’s faces. “How are you feeling?” I asked.“Each day a little better,” she said. “My bottom doesn’t hurt so much any more.”“No trouble pooping?”“No trouble in that department,” she replied.“I see the stitches for your tubal ligation have dissolved. That scar.
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