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happening to my sex life?
    “Seven, pregnant women have milk in their tits. You know... to feed the baby once it finally comes?” He is still laughing. So hard now, he is gasping for air. Yup, clearly my parents never taught me much about the birds and the bees. Here I am, a twenty-seven year old mother to be, not knowing a fucking thing about breast milk. This is what my life has become.
    “Granted, it’s a little early for your milk to come in, but it may have been all the stimulation tonight.” He sits up, wrapping his arms around me, and kissing the top of my head.
    “Fuck this pregnancy shit.” I climb from on top of him and make my way for the master bathroom. He is on his own getting those beads out, I am just fucking done. I need a shower, and to just go to bed. I can't even fuck without something catastrophic happening anymore. I guess I am just going to have to accept that my tits have become a fucking carnival game. I’m sure I could pop one of those water balloons with ease.
    Watch out!
     

The Truth Comes Out
    (Levi)
    “Seven, you gotta get up,” I run my fingers down her bare arm and tug at the black comforter she has herself wrapped in.
    “Ugggghhhhh, go away. Sleeeeeeep,” she mumbles, and it’s adorable; but if we aren't on the road within the hour, we’re going to sit in nasty traffic trying to get out of the city. With her morning sickness still acting up, and the fact that she gets nasty motion sickness, I am not taking any chances that may tack on another hour to the already long drive upstate. I nudge her again before picking her entire body up from the bed, comforter and all.
    “Levi, put me down dammit!” Good, now she’s awake. I hate being an asshole, and I know she really needs her sleep, but she can sleep in the car.
    “We gotta leave within the next twenty minutes if we don't want to sit in traffic for hours.” At the mention of traffic, she was on her feet and running for the bathroom, brushing her teeth and getting ready like she was going for the gold medal. Fifteen minutes later, I toss the bags in the trunk of my Range Rover and we are on our way to Woodstock.
    I’m not really sure what to expect this trip. Thanksgiving was interesting to say the least. Star is doing good for herself, her house is beyond anything I ever expected for her. She is living the American dream with a bunch of bikers? Whatever makes her happy, but it certainly makes for interesting holidays.
    Fucking holidays. I don't want to think about it, but my mind wanders back to the last holiday I spent with my aunt and uncle.
    It was Thanksgiving, and most of the company had left for the night. The dishes were cleaned up, and my uncle was anxious for my aunt to finally pass out after her tenth Martini of the night. That woman could drink like a fucking fish.
    I’d just turned eighteen, but I was no saint by any means. High school had been good to me, until my parents died. I became a recluse. Until Thanksgiving.
    “Levi, you wanna come with me tonight?” my uncle asked while we scanned the channels, stopping at the occasional football game. We didn't do much together, ever. Honestly, I just lived here without much interaction with either of them. I’d be hitting the road soon anyway, I was old enough to move out and I didn't have much of a use for them anymore.
    “Where ya goin'?” He would always disappear all hours of the night and day. With no explanation, and when he came home, my aunt would always be pissed, but too drunk to do anything about it.
    “A club uptown, Attraction.” Sounds interesting enough. Maybe it would be good to get out of the house for a little while.
    The club was wall-to-wall packed. I’d never seen anything like it. Women and men basically naked, all over the fucking place. It was like dying and hitting the fucking sex jackpot. My dick stirred in my pants as a blonde walked by and brushed up against my body.
    “I take it you like what you see,” my uncle's voice