“Can you stop by Taco Bell on the way and get me like oh, I don’t know, twenty dollars worth of food? I’ll pay you back.”
She just laughed at me.
“With lots of hot sauce, okay?”
“Sure, Wen,” she agreed. “The things I do for my patients!”
“Oh, I know,” I giggled. “Thanks, Sadie. Bye!”
“See you in a little bit.” Sadie hung up her phone.
I cleaned up while I waited for Sadie. Jack just curled up in his spot by the refrigerator after he ate. I left the big blanket out though and put on a huge maternity robe I’d bought a couple weeks before. It had cost too much for only wearing it maybe two months at the most, but I’d save it. I wanted a lot of kids and so did Greg. I’d thought about getting dressed, but if everything went according to plan I’d just be getting naked again anyway, so…
“So what’s this weird favor?” Sadie asked me.
We were sitting at my kitchen table, now covered with tacos and burritos and nachos, and all the hot sauce I could want, and I wanted a lot of it. I usually hated Taco Bell, but right then it was like manna from heaven and I was eating like a pig.
“Mmmppph…” I nodded, chewing my food slowly and breathing through my nose.
Sadie waited patiently for me, sipping the soda she’d gotten for herself. She looked nice and she was pretty anyway, like I said. She had very dark skin and soft brown eyes, with thick black hair, not too kinky, but nice and brushed straight back from her broad forehead. Her lips were full, very sensual looking. Mine were always too thin, I thought. I liked hers.
She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, just casual clothes that really showed off her body. Sadie was athletic, as a lot of doctors are, me included, just because we see bad bodies every day. I loved playing tennis, and I was going to do a lot of that once I had the baby, swimming too. I loved the water. Sadie had a gymnast’s body, I thought, not lean like a runner, but solid without being fat. Nice and toned and curved in all the right places. I wondered why she wasn’t married, but it wasn’t any of my business so I’d never asked.
“Greg called and he wants me to take some pictures of myself.” I wiped my lips on a napkin. “So he can see me pregnant.”
“Oh, well, that’s not weird,” Sadie laughed.
“Kind of … naked pictures,” I grinned, taking a small bite of a crunchy taco.
“Mmmm … Okay, that’s not really too far out there,” she was smiling at me. “He is your husband.”
“Yeah,” I nodded, swallowing quickly. “And um … well…” I sighed, really debating how to say what I wanted to.
“Uhhhh … And?” Sadie was nodding, gesturing with her hand and leading me on.
“You remember that … toy, I was telling you about?” I pursed my lips, tasting hot sauce.
“Yeah, the big one, right?” she grinned at me. “He wants pictures of you and…”
“The toy, yeah,” I blushed, reaching for my own soda.
“Okay, so … He wants porn,” Sadie laughed at me. “Soldiers.”
“Kinda … But…” I scratched my nose, which I do when I’m really nervous.
“Is there something you want to say, Wen? Because this is getting weird now.” She looked at me, but her eyes were still smiling. “I mean toys and pictures and pregnant wives, sure … I’ve heard of a lot worse…”
“You have?” I blinked at her.
“Well yeah, you never got spam in your email?” she rolled her eyes. “You know, teenage anal sluts want to drink your pee? Oops … Sorry, you’re eating.”
“It’s okay,” I laughed. “Thanks for reminding me … Be right back…”
I went to the bathroom, as much to look at myself in the mirror, as to sit down and pee. Did I dare ask another woman, a friend of only a year or so, if she’d take pictures of me fucking my dog? Would she get upset? Turn me in as some kind of pervert?
God, I was torn between my desire to make Greg happy and my fear of the unknown. And honestly, I knew he’d forgive me if I didn’t get him any pictures. But I missed him so much and I couldn’t do anything for him. That was the kicker, you see? I could love him and tell him, and have his baby. But as huge as that was, if there was anything else, any little thing I could do while Greg was away, I wanted to do it. I wanted to reward him for being the man he was, the man I loved.
“Okay,” I looked at myself. “Just do it. Just go … Do it.” I took a deep breath and went back to the kitchen.
“Whew,” I smiled, sitting down slowly. “I feel better.”
“Did you figure out what you want to ask me?” Sadie asked, being perceptive as always.
She was good at that, being a real doctor like she was. I was a real doctor too, but nobody lied to me about how they hurt their eyes, at least not that often. Sadie got lied to by embarrassed women every day probably, she knew all the symptoms.
“Yes I did,” I smacked my lips and nodded slowly. “My toy is … Jack,” I said, giving her a shrug and not turning away from her eyes as they widened slightly.
“Jack,” she said and then a few seconds later. “Jack … The dog?”
I glanced at him, sleeping happily on the floor.
“Yeah,” I nodded. “We haven’t actually … done very much. He likes my milk, he helps me there, and I’ve touched him … a little.”
“Touched him … Touched his penis?” Sadie was nodding.
“Yeah! It’s big too,” I giggled nervously. “Really big and so, um … I talked to Greg and he…”
“He wants pictures,” Sadie cleared her throat. “Of you and Jack … what? Fucking?”
“Heh!” I nodded. “Yeah, fucking and, um … whatever else we do.”
“Whatever else?” Sadie finally laughed. “What else were you thinking of doing?”
“Um, well I don’t know,” I shrugged, smiling. “Maybe he’d like a blowjob … Or something.”
“You’re gonna suck a dog’s dick?” Sadie tilted her head down, as if she had invisible glasses on and wanted to look over them.
“You don’t think it’s safe?” I asked her.
“Wendy … I wouldn’t know!” she laughed and sat back in her chair. “I suppose it won’t hurt you, but…”
“I just … It’s for my husband, you know?” I asked her. “That’s all.”
“That’s all?” she gave me a look of disbelief. “You don’t want to do it?”
“No. I mean, yeah. I do,” I confessed. “But I want to do it for Greg too, so…”
“So that’s why you need me, to take pictures,” she nodded and we sat quietly for a minute while I picked at my nachos.
“Are you mad at me?” I asked Sadie finally.
“Me?” she smiled. “No, uh-uh. I’m just thinking you were right, this is really weird.”
“I know,” I sighed.
“Well, you don’t have to worry. I’m not going to say anything … It ain’t my style, honey chile!” Sadie said with a thick southern accent and I giggled as she reached over, patting my hand gently.
“Where’d that come from?” I grinned.
“My Grammy down in Alabama,” Sadie grinned back. “She always told us to keep our noses to the grindstone and out of other people’s business. Usually while she was taking a switch to our butts.”
“Really? A switch?” I laughed. “Ouch!”
“Oh yeah,” Sadie nodded. “So, I learned my lessons, and besides … You aren’t the only one with weird secrets.”
“Oh yeah?” I wasn’t sure what Sadie was getting at.
“You might as well know, I mean, since you’re trusting me like this…” she paused for a second. “I’m a lesbian and um, well, you know my girlfriend already.”