get me. He had been too
surprised with me in the beginning. Plus being his woman had great
draw backs. I was so separated from the others.
He pet
my face waking me from thoughts. It was time. He pulled me with him
to lunch. More pudding when all I wanted was meat and vegetables. I
felt like sitting in the corner and crying. My emotions were reeking
havoc with me. I wanted something descent to eat and I wanted to
throw up all at once. But mostly I wanted to be confronted by him.
He
gave me confused looks. Some of the others were already there. First
we sat and then they sat down. Aide gave me a look like he was
warning me. I wanted to burst into tears. He gave me my water. I
drank it down quickly. He waved the servant woman over to pour me
more. I drank very slowly. He was watching me so closely and I was so
close to tears. The others came in and bowed to us and then sat and
ate. Francesca was beaming at her man. They came in as if they were
filming a commercial. They smiled at each other and then bowed to us
before they sat down. I wanted to see if Aide had also noticed their
happiness but I didn't dare look at him. I figured he would scowl at
me because I was in a bad mood.
Why
was I in such a bad mood? I tried to figure it out. Maybe I would be
spared having to eat anything. I didn't want to eat anything. I
looked at him confused. Did he know what was wrong with me? He
usually did except after we had made love that first time.
He was
staring at me like he expected something.
I laid
my hands on my tummy. Then I whispered, “Ouch,” in his ear.
We
were flying out of the room it seemed. Before I knew it we were in
the doctor's room. He was feeding his woman who still wasn't wearing
any clothes even though she clearly seemed to like him just now.
He set
her aside and jumped up as we came in. The bathtub was covered up so
Aide set me down and began unlacing my clothes and removing them. The
doctor had his stethoscope ready and waiting. Aide had been talking
to him the whole time.
As
soon as I was undressed he listened to my stomach and I marveled at
how good we were getting with sign language. That was when it hit me.
I knew what was wrong with me. I hadn't had to go yet. I mean, to the
bathroom. Big.
I was
constipated. How embarrassing. The red beam would tell them that and
they would know and I would be embarrassed. The doctor was already
grabbing for it.
Aide
picked me up and waited for the examination table to disappear. He
quickly laid me in the water. He was worried about me and I wasn't
really sick.
It was
too late to get out of it now. I'd have to grin and bear it. I could
already picture him crouching down next to me as I sat on the toilet
with his face all scrupled up, trying to show me that I had to push.
Just
as I expected he stopped at my kidneys and showed Aide something.
Aide smiled at him. Great he was going to laugh at me. He kissed me
hand obviously pleased that it was something minor.
The
beam raised up over my body he paused slightly over my breasts too.
Had they been damaged during our love play?
The
doctor continued up over my hair. This may sound silly but I loved
the feeling that I got when the beam went through my hair. It felt
warm and comforting. Like when Aide brushed my hair. He had brushed
it too quickly today, maybe that was why I was in such a bad mood. My
tummy still hurt too. I still felt grumpy. I needed to move around
some more and then I could go to the bathroom better too. I'd kill
for some meat and vegetables. I wanted to chew on something. I went
right to work on my lip.
Aide
looked so shocked again. He shook his head. I could tell that he was
thinking about me chewing on his finger. He had liked that.
Aide
picked me up again very carefully, constipation was obviously taken
very seriously here. Maybe that was why they only ate pudding, I
mused to myself.
He set
me down and let me lean on him until I was dry. I wondered how that
worked.
The
doctor changed the tub back
surprised with me in the beginning. Plus being his woman had great
draw backs. I was so separated from the others.
He pet
my face waking me from thoughts. It was time. He pulled me with him
to lunch. More pudding when all I wanted was meat and vegetables. I
felt like sitting in the corner and crying. My emotions were reeking
havoc with me. I wanted something descent to eat and I wanted to
throw up all at once. But mostly I wanted to be confronted by him.
He
gave me confused looks. Some of the others were already there. First
we sat and then they sat down. Aide gave me a look like he was
warning me. I wanted to burst into tears. He gave me my water. I
drank it down quickly. He waved the servant woman over to pour me
more. I drank very slowly. He was watching me so closely and I was so
close to tears. The others came in and bowed to us and then sat and
ate. Francesca was beaming at her man. They came in as if they were
filming a commercial. They smiled at each other and then bowed to us
before they sat down. I wanted to see if Aide had also noticed their
happiness but I didn't dare look at him. I figured he would scowl at
me because I was in a bad mood.
Why
was I in such a bad mood? I tried to figure it out. Maybe I would be
spared having to eat anything. I didn't want to eat anything. I
looked at him confused. Did he know what was wrong with me? He
usually did except after we had made love that first time.
He was
staring at me like he expected something.
I laid
my hands on my tummy. Then I whispered, “Ouch,” in his ear.
We
were flying out of the room it seemed. Before I knew it we were in
the doctor's room. He was feeding his woman who still wasn't wearing
any clothes even though she clearly seemed to like him just now.
He set
her aside and jumped up as we came in. The bathtub was covered up so
Aide set me down and began unlacing my clothes and removing them. The
doctor had his stethoscope ready and waiting. Aide had been talking
to him the whole time.
As
soon as I was undressed he listened to my stomach and I marveled at
how good we were getting with sign language. That was when it hit me.
I knew what was wrong with me. I hadn't had to go yet. I mean, to the
bathroom. Big.
I was
constipated. How embarrassing. The red beam would tell them that and
they would know and I would be embarrassed. The doctor was already
grabbing for it.
Aide
picked me up and waited for the examination table to disappear. He
quickly laid me in the water. He was worried about me and I wasn't
really sick.
It was
too late to get out of it now. I'd have to grin and bear it. I could
already picture him crouching down next to me as I sat on the toilet
with his face all scrupled up, trying to show me that I had to push.
Just
as I expected he stopped at my kidneys and showed Aide something.
Aide smiled at him. Great he was going to laugh at me. He kissed me
hand obviously pleased that it was something minor.
The
beam raised up over my body he paused slightly over my breasts too.
Had they been damaged during our love play?
The
doctor continued up over my hair. This may sound silly but I loved
the feeling that I got when the beam went through my hair. It felt
warm and comforting. Like when Aide brushed my hair. He had brushed
it too quickly today, maybe that was why I was in such a bad mood. My
tummy still hurt too. I still felt grumpy. I needed to move around
some more and then I could go to the bathroom better too. I'd kill
for some meat and vegetables. I wanted to chew on something. I went
right to work on my lip.
Aide
looked so shocked again. He shook his head. I could tell that he was
thinking about me chewing on his finger. He had liked that.
Aide
picked me up again very carefully, constipation was obviously taken
very seriously here. Maybe that was why they only ate pudding, I
mused to myself.
He set
me down and let me lean on him until I was dry. I wondered how that
worked.
The
doctor changed the tub back
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