Bay carefully backed her car into a vacant parking space and then checked to make sure that she had all of her class supplies organized before heading into the building. This was second to last natural child birth class and she wondered why this was a mother only class and all husbands and boyfriends were banned for this particular night. With her huge belly leading the way she waddle up the stairs before making her way to the cafeteria of the old grade school that was being used for evening adult education classes. She was almost to the door when a voice from the far end of the corridor sounded out, “Hey, Bay, wait up and I’ll sit with ya!” Bay turned to see who was calling her name and was happy to see that it was Patti. Bay marveled at how petite Patti still looked even though she was already seven and a half months pregnant. “God, I’ll be so glad when this is all over,” Patti said when she approached Bay, “I feel like such a cow!” “Youuuuuu?!?!” Bay exclaimed. “You’re a string bean compared to me, just look at my boobs, they’re literally bigger than your head!” Patti giggled her infectious laugh and replied, “Well, let’s just say we’re both a little on the hefty side!” Bay nodded her head and led the two of them inside where at least twenty other pregnant women were already sitting down on their mats doing stretching exercises.

June Walker fidgeted nervously in her seat while waiting for Dr. Sherman. “How did she get herself into these things?!?” she asked under her breath while staring at the sweeping second hand of the clock on the wall. She was lost in thought when she was ripped back to reality when the door to the office burst open and Dr. Wendy Sherman swept into the room! “Hello,” the doctor said with wide smile, “I’m Dr. Sherman and you must be June!” Dr. Sherman’s easy manner quickly put June at ease. She returned the smile and replied, “I’m glad to meet you, doctor.” Wendy Sherman donned a pair of wire rimmed glasses and scanned the first several pages of June’s file. “It says here that your divorced,” Wendy said. “Did that have anything to do with your condition?” June lowered her eyes and with head bowed replied, “I’m afraid so, doctor, Tom just couldn’t take it any more, and who could blame him!” “Were you able to have regular sex with him?” Wendy asked. “I guess it depends on your definition of regular,” June answered slowly. “Of course I wanted it every morning and night, but with his job and all.......” June’s voice trailed off wistfully as tears began running down her cheeks. She really loved Tom, but her insatiable appetite for sex was just too much for him, and after only three years of marriage he moved out of the apartment and filed for divorce. “Take it easy,” the doctor said quietly while sliding a box of tissues to the other side of the table, “it not your fault, you have a sickness, and we’re going to try and do something about it!”

Brenda Olsen stood a little impatiently in line while waiting to register and get a key to her room. “Finally,” she muttered under her breath, “my turn!” “How may I help you?” the ditsy looking blond behind the counter asked brightly. Brenda was about to give the woman a zinger but thought better of it and replied, “Olsen, Brenda Olsen, I have a reservation for three nights.” “Uhhhhhh, let me see,” the blond said while punching in her name on the reservations computer terminal. “Hmmmmm, I don’t find it here, let me check one more place.........” Brenda nervously tapped her foot while the clerk searched for her name. Finally with her head shaking from side to side the blond offered slowly, “I’m sorry, ma’am, but I can’t find your reservation anywhere, and unfortunately we’re all booked up.” “What?!?” Brenda snapped. “I’ve had a standing reservation at this hotel for three years, I demand to speak to the manager!” Brenda could hear the grumblings from the other people in line, but dammit it couldn’t be helped! She had a reservation and demanded that they live up to it! Ten minutes later, after the assistant manager had explained that there was nothing they could do, a feminine voice from the middle of the line said softly, “I have reservations for a double and wouldn’t mind sharing it with you.”

“What a day,” Pamela Watkins sighed while filling her brief case with paper work. It had been a long day, court appearances, lunch with a client, and an afternoon of dictating letters to her secretary, Kari. It was well after six o’clock and all she could think about was having a tall cocktail and not thinking at all about the law for at least an hour! She exited her office building and hailed a cab and gave the cabby an address on the near north side. Ten minutes later she was standing in the lobby of her favorite after work hangout waiting to check her coat. She stopped in the restroom to freshen up before making her way towards the long bar at the far end of the room. The soft music playing in the background was already having a soothing effect on her psyche. When she neared the bar the regular hostess, Fran, smiled broadly and offered, “Good evening, Ms. Watkins, and what may we do for you this evening?” She hadn’t realized how really tense she was, so after a moment’s thought she replied softly, “I think I’ll have a spike and a pussy!”

The sudden lurch of the train pulling out of the station roused Gwen from her momentary cat nap. As they slowly picked up speed she watched in silence as the city turned into suburbs which in turn became fields of lush green corn and soybeans, mixed in with an occasional patch of golden brown wheat. The gentle motion of car and the barely discernible clickety-clack of the steel wheels were quite calming. She was just about to doze off again when a feminine voice asked softly, “Do you mind if I sit across from you, most of the other seats are taken?” Gwen quickly looked up at her inquisitor and nodded for the stranger that it was all right with her. The woman easily tossed her duffel bag into the over head compartment and slid effortlessly into the seat opposite Gwen’s. She wasn’t pretty, exactly, more wholesome with smooth pink cheeks and a short shock of blond hair that made her look younger than she probably was. While it was hard to tell exactly, the blond appeared to be taller than average with a chest that was almost dominating! Gwen wasn’t really up for conversation but the blond quickly extended her hand and introduced herself by saying, “Hi, my name’s Steffi Grand!” “Uh, my name’s Gwen,” she mumbled while shaking the woman’s hand, “Gwen Porter.” “Nice to meet ya, Gwen,” Steffi replied while flashing a radiant smile. “Where’re you headed, I’m going to New Orleans?” “Me, too,” Gwen replied while warming up to the conversation, “I’m from Chicago.” Gwen found out that they were both from the Big Windy and really had quite a lot in common. They traded information about themselves until it was time for dinner when they retired to the dining car to get a bite to eat.

Valerie Rydell stood nervously in front of the Underground Bar while trying to decide if she should go inside. It was cool in Chicago, and to protect herself from the brisk wind whipping in off of Lake Michigan she pulled her trench coat tight around her body while contemplating her decision. She must be out of her mind! Never in her wildest dreams would she have thought it would come down to this! A happily married forty six year old woman with two beautiful children trying to make up her mind whether to go into a rather notorious lesbian hangout! It was now or never, so with a great deal of trepidation she gingerly pushed open the heavy door and slipped inside.

Zoey slowed her car to crawl as she checked the house numbers as she slowly rolled down the quiet shaded street. “Let me see now,” she muttered under her breath, “115, 121, 127, ahhhhhhh, here we are, 133!” She parked her car in a under the shade of a large oak tree, and after checking to make sure that she had everything in her black attache case she headed up the front walk to the large colonial house that stood proudly amongst the large stand of trees surrounding the property. She checked one last time the name on the order form and rang the bell and waited. A few moments later a pretty, red haired, pregnant lady of about thirty or so answered the door and invited her inside. “You must be Zoey,” she said with a smile while extending her hand. “And you must be Mrs. Gordon,” Zoey replied while setting down her brief case. “Call me Lisa,” the rotund woman answered while ushering Zoey into the large well appointed living room, “please, have a seat.” Zoey picked out a large plush easy chair and plopped herself down while Lisa did the same on the long sofa. “I was a little reluctant to call your company,” Lisa began, “but it’s gotten to the point where I just need some help!” Zoey smiled her radiant smile and replied gently, “Well, it’s good that you called us, that’s what we’re here for!” “How long have you been with the company?” Lisa asked. “I’m a senior at State U.,” Zoey replied, “this is just a summer job, but I certainly enjoy it, so what do you say we get down to business.”

Mary Pekin sat in the back row of the high school class room almost unable to look any of the other women in the face. This was so embarrassing! She had lost complete control over her sex drive because of her over developed clitoris! She had been to six doctors and each and every one of them gave her the same diagnosis: Hyper Clitoral Dysfunction. Good grief, she had never even heard of it until her own organ ballooned up until it actually looked like a little penis! There were at least twelve other women present, and Mary wondered if they were stuck in the same leaky boat as she was. Her last doctor had recommended she attend this special class to help her cope with her problem. This was the first of seven scheduled meetings and Mary was nervous to say the least! Several of the other women were talking in subdued voices when a firm voice resounded, “If we could all take our seats, we can get started!”

Julia Foxx slammed down the receiver and muttered under her breath, “Idiots, the world is full of idiots!!!” She rifled through the multitude of papers that were spread all over her large desk, and finally in exasperation punched the intercom button and ordered, “Marge, get in here, I need some help!” Marge Owens set aside the letter she was typing and went directly into Julia Foxx’s office. “What’s up boss?” she asked brightly. “You remember the Cambridge file?” Julia asked without looking up. “I know it’s here somewhere, but for the life of me I just can’t find the damn thing!” Marge slipped back out the door and retrieved the needed document from her own desk and returned while asking, “Is this what you’re looking for?” “Thank god,” Julia said while slumping back into her chair, “I was certain that I had left it at home.” Marge walked over around the back of desk and began rubbing Julia’s shoulders while whispering softly, “I think you need a break, your so tense!” Julia closed her eyes for a moment and sighed, “I don’t know how that fool Roberts ever became and attorney, if I ever have the urge to get involved with him again just shoot me!” “Let’s not think about him,” Marge said soothingly, “in fact, isn’t about time you went potty?”

Debbie Warren sat quietly in her large easy chair when she was interrupted by the ringing of the phone. She quickly bent back the corner of the page, closed her book, and crossed the room to the desk where the phone was located. “Hello, this is Debbie, how may I help you?” A soothing feminine voice on the other end of the line replied smoothly, “Miss Warren, my name is Miranda Gaines, I work for a company that specializes in doing survey work for large companies all around the world.” “I was hoping that you could take a few minutes to answer a few questions on your shopping habits.” “I guess,” Debbie replied while sitting down at the desk, “if it doesn’t take too long.” “Good,” the voice replied easily, “I promise it will be totally painless!” “Shall we begin?”

Laura skipped a step or two after hopping off the bus only a block from her apartment after a long day at work. If her walk seemed a bit jauntier than normal there was a very good reason for it, after all this was Wednesday. Wednesday, the absolute best day of the week! It was shaving day, the day she and her room mate, Bobbi, spent the evening shaving each other’s pussy. It was incredibly erotic to sit on the edge of the tub while having your lover carefully lather and shave your most intimate area and then just as naturally as you please suck you to a stunning and complete orgasm. Laura involuntarily crossed and uncrossed her legs while riding the elevator up to the twenty seventh floor. She got off at her stop and fumbled with her key before entering the bright and airy apartment that she shared with Bobbi. “Anybody home?” she called out to her roomie. “I’m in here,” came the reply from the bedroom, “come on in, I have something to show you.”