tried to move even one muscle in her pain-racked body the pain became worse.
She could hear Homer snoring beside her. She rolled her head around until she could barely make out the time on the bedside clock; it was five-thirty in the morning. Outside it was still dark. She tried again to move her body. Pain filled her mind and she screamed.
'Homer… HOMER!'
There was no answer.
She managed to lift her arm and drop it on his face. The snoring stopped.
'Wha… wha's… wha's a matter?'
'Something's wrong,' she said. 'The baby [missing text].'
They lifted her carefully from the car and placed her on a table that rolled. Then there were hot lights in her face. She heard a voice close to her face. It was somehow familiar.
She opened her eyes and looked up. He was leaning over her in a white coat. He was telling her that she was going to be all right. He was telling her that she had lost the baby but she was going to be all right.
She smiled up at him. 'Hello, Jeff,' she said.
CHAPTER FIVE
Marni was half asleep and groggy for three days. Nurses came and went as did interns – and him. The similarity between the dark young doctor and the Jeff of her dream was spooky and uncanny. Often, during his visits she tried to speak to him but the sedation was too strong. She would barely mumble a few words before drifting back into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Homer came too, every day during visiting hours. All Marni could remember from his vague visits was the fact that he was obviously elated that there would be no kid to take care of.
On the afternoon of the third day she came totally back to reality. She jabbered with the nurses and ate the first meal since she had arrived.
Then about five o'clock he came in to examine her. A nurse stood at his side while he pulled open her gown and started gently probing with his fingers.
Marni looked down at her naked body. It almost amazed her that she was flat again; flat and beautiful and appealing.
But appealing to whom? Homer? Oh God, heaven forbid, she thought.
But who else?
His fingers were doing wonderful things to her body. Her nipples stood on end like hard raisins when he touched her breasts. Marni hoped the nurse wouldn't notice. Then she found herself wishing the nurse would leave.
Then the examination was over. The nurse had left and he was standing at the foot of the bed looking over her charts.
'You're going to be fine, Mrs. Lyles,' he said.
'Good,' Marni replied, the tone in her voice flat while she stared straight at him, hoping he would look up and catch her eyes.
'You should be out of here in another day or so since there are no complications,' he continued.
'And then back home,' she said.
This time he did look up. 'You don't sound very happy about it,' he said, sporting the first smile she had seen from him.
She met his eyes. 'I'm not.'
We replaced the chart and moved to her side. 'According to your chart you're only eighteen years old.'
'That's right.'
'You married very young.'
She looked directly into his eyes now, willing him with all her mental powers to stay with her, touch her again. She wondered, absently, if she would let him fuck her if he tried.
'The baby would have been born a bastard, created by a bastard,' she said.
'Oh… I see.' He paused, seemed to reflect for a few moments and then said, 'How did you know my name, my first name, Jeff, that night?'
'That night?'
'The night they brought you in? We had never met before.'
'I…' she started to tell him, then changed her mind. He would think she was crazy, and maybe she was. 'I don't know… you, maybe you look like a Jeff I knew somewhere once… sometime. What's your last name?'
'Haynes.'
'Dr. Jeff Haynes.'
He laughed. 'Get some sleep,' he said, and left.
As the door closed behind him, Marni murmured, 'Mrs. Jeff Haynes.'
And then she slept. And she dreamed.
In her dream Marni was the nurse and Jeff was the patient. He, not she, was about to be released from the hospital, and during her nightly rounds she had decided to give him a farewell gift – her body.
Jeff was about to go to sleep when the nurse entered his room. He came completely awake immediately. It was Marni, the sexy redhead who had been flirting with him the whole week he had been confined to bed.
'How are you feeling, Mr. Haynes?' Marni asked.
Jeff propped himself on one elbow and surveyed her white-uniformed body. Large, jutting breasts, a narrow waist and long, lithe legs met his eyes as he looked her up and down.
'Much better now that you're here.'
Marni smiled and, to his surprise, locked the door behind her. 'Or. Grayson said you'd be going home tomorrow,' she explained. 'I thought I'd give you a little something to remember me by. And when I do, I wouldn't want any of the other nurses to know just what it is.'
Jeff experienced a mild tingling in his thighs. She could see them move under the covers and it also showed on his face.
'I hope you're completely cured,' she said, starting to unbutton her uniform. 'I'd feel awfully guilty if I caused a relapse.'
'Have no fear of that,' Jeff assured her. 'Except for a slight ache now and then I'm fit as any fiddle. I'm in great shape for… anything.'
'I hope so,' Marni said. She peeled off her uniform and flung it onto the floor. 'A patient once had a heart attack when I did this.'
'I can understand why,' Jeff sighed.
She giggled, her green eyes sparkling mischievously. Her young body was tantalizingly displayed in a matching set of black bra and panties. It was actually a half-bra, and her huge, creamy tits were crammed into it. There was more tit than there was bra. The large globes spilled over the tops of the cups and jiggled invitingly with each movement she made.
Marni reached around behind her back and unhooked the bra strap. The flimsy covering fluttered downward and her breasts sprang free. They swayed loosely in their heavy, sensual fullness.
'Do you like them?'
'They're gorgeous.'
'Not too big?' Marni said, squeezing them together with her hands and lifting them until they nearly touched her chin.
'Never too big,' Jeff replied, running the tip of his tongue around his lower lip as she studied the long, dark nipples.
Marni approached the bed, her tits bouncing delightfully with each step. The nipples, long and sweet, captured and held his attention even more as she moved. He wanted them in his mouth. He wanted to suck on them.
Marni stopped near the foot of the bed. She wigged out of her panties, and his gaze descended, coming to
