He'd said, Why don't you go down on your fours? I want your baby...
She said she remembered very clearly this was said. His voice unsteady in the saying, remembered that too.
'Did he really say, I want your baby? Really?'
Yes, really, she insisted. He really did.
She'd even made a mental note--half question, half answer--pleased that he felt that way, and her response had been almost Pavlovian.
'So then...what?'
Pavlov, that's what. Pavlov. She went on all fours was what. And had his baby for him.
'Now...what?'
Somehow, she had an idea that he would not be pleased, be jumping for joy on the springs in his steps all the way to Babyland. To buy clothes for baby, buy champagne for everybody else. Be wanting to get married as soon as the licensing office opened.
Even though he did once say, I want your baby.
And she had responded. Dropped down on all fours, let him drop her panties too.
Ins and Outs on the Ups and Downs that include some Notes on the Cut, Thrust and Parry that is part of the Great Game--Sexual Politics. And encompassing too Single Men and Women and the Pleasures of Youth.
