Thursday, May 31, 2012

Baby 84 - Part 2 of 2

I returned home from the psychologist's office baffled and exhausted.  I mustered up the energy to text Laura about my night.
Hehe, we did it.  I think I'm pregnant.  :)  *success*
Then I hit the hay.

The next morning I wake up to find more kittens in our house.  Boy, have Brite and Aquamarine gotten busy.  Surprisingly, all of the kittens are females.  Sequin is the oldest of the litter of three.  She has her grandmother's rainbow fur and her dad's white spots.  Strangely, she has both her mother's eyes and her father's eyes.

Opal is the next kitten.  She looks just like Aquamarine except she has this strange white coat.  She's definitely the princess of the group and very finicky.

The last kitten is Shimmer.  She is pale blue like her grandfather, Moonbrow with patches that resemble her father and her mother.

I soon discover that both Moonbrow and Prism have passed on.  We set their urns with Midnight's and mourn them silently.

Kiara is also an elder and I fear she is entering her final days.  She sleeps most of the time but occasionally she will find that spark inside of her and play around with the kittens.

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When I find out about the news, I am too shocked to take it.  What do I tell mom?  Should I even tell her?  I was dating Gwen Callahan, the younger sister of my half-brother's boyfriend, Gage Callahan.

She had the most gorgeous turquoise hair and stunning amber eyes.  I'd always known her to be smart and sensible.  

I remember the very day it happened.  We were in her room making out for the first time ever.  Her arms gathered tightly around me and I had her very close to me.  
Our making out got heated and she exclaimed breathlessly, "I'm ready." 
I was momentarily confused but then I understood what she wanted.  Somewhere in my conscious I knew that something like this would arise but I didn't realize it would come so soon.  
"I'm not sure...," I mumbled.  
But her gold-specked eyes glistened in the light and her disappointment was visible.  So as not to hurt her feelings, I finally gave in.  Her smile was worth the reward.  We kissed some more and she started to remove her sweatshirt.  Not really knowing what to do I followed her lead.  
We fell onto her twin bed and our souls and our minds joined together in a rush of passion and emotion.
It's been four weeks since the news of Gwen's pregnancy.  When she called me, I covered up the panicked feeling inside of my that sounded through my voice and told her to be okay and that I would deal with the situation.  I'm playing darts with Sindy and she's eyeing me warily.  

I try not to get too nervous but I can see my hand shaking as I lift up the shiny dart.  

Taking a deep breath, I hold myself steady and throw the dart.  It's a miss.

"Alex, what's with you?  You're usually the pro," Sindy asks, concerned.  Just in case you were wondering, she is also dating.  He's a baseball player by the name of Erik Mackson.

"Yeah, well, I'm feeling a bit tired, I think I'm going to go rest," I announce and I raise my arms in surrender.

"Already?  We just started the game.  Let's just finish.  C'mon, it's my turn anyway."

Sindy takes her turn and hits the bulls eye spot on.

"Oh my gosh, I actually beat my brother in a game of darts!!"  She exclaims.

I give her a weak laugh and leave the room.  I search the kitchen, dining room, and office before finding mom in the nursery.  As I walk in, I nearly bump into my other sister, Mei.

"Mom, can I... I need to speak with you about something," I finally admit.  Being the caring and kind person my mom is, she immediately gets a concerned and compassionate look on her face.

"Of course.  Let's go into my room."

We nearly trip on the kittens as we make our way out of the nursery.  The twins girls giggle in the background at the kittens.

"Sweetie, I just want to tell you that whatever you're going to tell me, I promise I won't blow up on you.  Okay?  I want you to feel comfortable talking to me.  You know that, right?"

"Of course mom," I assure her.  "So yeah... what I wanted to tell you was that, well, you know how I have a girlfriend, Gwen?  So we were at her house and...," I stutter.

"You didn't do drugs did you?"  She guesses.

"No, of course not.  Uh, well, we uhhhh...."

"Honey, it would be much easier to get it out if you just say-"

"Gwen's pregnant, mom!"

Startled, mom says, "What?!  Well, that was totally unexpected.  Why... how... what could have possibly possessed you to do that?  Didn't you use birth control or something?"  She purses her lips and I get a nervous feeling in my gut.

I'm ashamed and I feel totally stupid.

Trying not to cry, I explain the situation.  "We were making out and stuff and then she wanted to and I was hesitant about it but then I didn't want to make her sad or anything so I gave in.  Don't think it was rape or anything because I agreed to do it and I had the opportunity to say no.  Anyway I'm sorry mom.  I'm- we're scared and we don't know what to do!"

I'm wailing by the time I finish my story.  I'm not sure how much mom got out of that but to my surprise, I feel her arms wrap around me.  I know that I'm in her room with totally transparent glass windows and that anyone passing by could see me but I just don't care at this point.

"Honey, I'm extremely upset by your choices," mom says as I sob some more, "but I'm very proud of you for telling me.  Do Gwen's parents know?"

*sniffle*  "I'm sure they do.  Sh-sh-she's been pregnant for almost a month."

"Why don't you go take a little rest and calm down a bit.  Then call her parents to see if I can talk to them about this whole situation."

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"Oh boy Shimmer, what am I going to do with these kids?"  I sigh, as I get prepared to speak with Gwen's parents.  My phone bleeps for the millionth time this week and it's Luke.  My heart drops as I realize I've been ignoring nearly 300 texts from him.  I decide to take a look at the one that he just sent:

Calista, please listen to what I have to say.  

That's all it says so I scroll down to a few older ones.

We've gone through this before and I just want to clarify things for you.

I've left a few emails in your inbox.  Please read them.

I really want to explain things.

I miss you.  A lot.  

I sigh and I can't ignore the tugging at my heart.  I'm tempted to run to the computer but I try hard to ignore my impulse.  I'll check it later, I assure myself.

Later that week, I'm in the bathroom brushing up my teeth and flossing - two daily routines that I absolutely hate.  To my surprise, Harrison walks in.

"Um, mom.  I have to tell you something," he says shyly.

"Yes," I say warily.

"You didn't get a girl pregnant, did you?"


"Oh good," I sigh with relief.

"I just want to tell you that this girl in my class really likes me.  I don't know what to do about it."
Why are all of my sons having girl troubles?

I pause, "Well, personally I think you're a bit too young to be dating but why don't you invite her over for a playdate or go to her house or something.  I'm okay if you're friends but no dating until you're a teenager.  Do you understand me?"

"Yes ma'am!"

Later during my pregnancy, Luke texts, calls, emails, and messages me on Facebook every single day and I don't have the heart to block him nor read them.  I briefly open an email from the previous day.  It's one of the longer and more in-depth ones.

I don't care if you don't read this or if you don't read any of my emails or messages or texts.  But please, if you do read them, please reply.  I don't understand what's happening.  

What I do understand is if you want to break up with me.  Just let me meet with you or chat with you sometime.  Soon would be best.  I want to know what you're really feeling.  And I want you to know how sorry I am.  Please just let me explain my actions from that night.  

It hurts not being with you everyday,

To my horror, I'm nearly in tears by the time I finish reading his email.  I check a few others and they're all very long and it's obvious he put a lot of work into sending me each individual message.  I log onto Facebook and find him online.  I click his icon and begin my message to him.

Calista:  Okay, I'll talk.  Please keep it brief.

Luke:  Calista?!?!?  Oh sorry, okay, brief.  Calista, that night I was a wreck.  I don't know what was happening to me.  

I was tending the bar as usual when another bartender came up to me and asked me if she could make a drink for me.  Being a gentleman, I agreed.  I don't know what she did but I believe she put a bit more alcohol into the drink that she gave to me because by the time that drink hit my lips, I was wasted and drunker than I have ever been in my life.  Trust me, I would never ever drink like that.  I guess I didn't realize that I was drunk when the other bartender came up to me and started kissing me.  Being drunk, I went with it.  It got pretty heavy on the couch but I swear to you, we did nothing more than make out.  I guess that's when you came and you know the rest.  

Somehow I made it home and that's when the drink's effects started to wear off.  I was very confused at what you were saying.  The next minute, I was out on the streets.  I've been thinking for a long time about what I did.  Part of me wants to say it wasn't my fault but another part of me knows that I probably had the power to say "no" to that woman.  I hate myself for it Calista.  It cost us our relationship and I'll do anything to repair it.  

Calista:  I thought I said brief... is that it?

Luke:  Yes.

Calista:  Can I ask you something then?  

Luke:  Anything.

Calista:  Was that you at the psychologist's office the other month?  I swear you were with that girl, that bartender or whatever.

Luke:  Oh, that?  After you had broken up with me, I was able to contact the bartender (she wrote her phone number on my chest, that night at the bar).  I was furious at her for intoxicating me like that.  I told her I was going to go to the psychologist's office to sort things out and I told her to come with me to help explain the situation.  Don't worry, it's not like I'm seeing her.  

Anyway, I went to the psychologist's office to help me decide what to do about all... this.  You know, our relationship and how I should repair it.  That damn guy didn't really help but... I think I figured it out on my own.  What were you doing at the psychologist's office?  If you don't mind me asking.

Calista:  I was just there for the same reason as you.  Oh and how do you propose we fix this?

Luke:  Small baby steps.  We could start out by taking a break and briefly meeting each other as friends.  Perhaps go on a "first date" again.  But if you're not interested in continuing this relationship, please tell me that you'll let us stay friends.

I take a long moment to digest everything in the little chat box.  After nearly ten minutes Luke asks:

Luke:  Calista?

Calista:  Sorry, I'm still here.  Just... processing.

Luke:  I'm fine if you would like to think about it.  I didn't mean to bombard you with all of my texts and emails.  Just get back to me when you're done.  I'd love to meet with you so we can discuss in person.  It's much easier than chatting.  

*Luke is offline*

I stare at the screen.  He seemed so true, so sincere.  And his story actually, made a bit of sense.  I've known Luke for a long time, why would I just jump to the assumption that he is cheating on me?  Ugh, I'm so stupid!  But then again, I don't feel like jumping back into the relationship with him.  Perhaps his plan to date again would work.

Quickly I pull out my phone and text him the message:

Okay, I've made my decision.  I will meet you, where you are currently staying, on Saturday if that works for you.  I would like to meet with you to discuss more about our current status.  I'm still wary about your story but if you're truly sincere about everything, our relationship might work.  I just need time.  Please reply with your address.

Instantly he texts his reply and I write his address down on a sheet of paper.

It's early May and it's prom time.  I finally meet the mysterious Gwen Callahan and she's about five months along.  Her stomach is still small compared to my nearly nine month belly.

"Oh wow, I didn't think I could get any bigger," Gwen starts to say but quickly covers her mouth realizing how rude she must have sounded.

"It's okay," I smile, "I've been pregnant many times so I'm used to it.  Plus, I've heard worse comments before."

Alex laughs adding, "Oh yeah, remember that lady at the grocery store.  She was like, 'don't worry darling, you can lose the weight in no time.  Such a shame you would ruin your body by adding all that fat to the front.'"

We all laugh and are interrupted by the honking horn of the limo coming to pick Gwen and Alex up.  I say good night and wish them a good time.

In no time, I'm in labor and give birth to a baby boy I name, Fergus Bob Smith.

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Liam and new husband, Gage Callahan, adopt a self-conscious little boy through the adoptions services provided by the government.

The boy's name is Garrett and within a short period of time, he finally opens his heart to his dads.

At the wedding, I finally got to meet Gage and Gwen's parents, Helen and Filip.

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Thank you Laura Johanson for the name Bob.  Thanks for reading!  I'm sorry if this post wasn't as interesting as the other ones.

Here's an updated version of the cat family tree if you're curious.

More cats will be up for adoption!  Please leave a comment on this post if you would like to adopt because I will only take requests from here, that way I know the exact time of the requests.  It just makes it easier on my part and it makes it more fair for those who aren't on Facebook or Tumblr.  The cats currently available are Moonlight, Glowy, Sequin, and Opal.  Shimmer is already adopted out and Neon will be staying with the Smith's.

***Also note that if you've already adopted a cat, it's best that you don't adopt another.  I want to leave it fair for other people.  Thanks!

Lastly, don't feel bad if you don't get a cat, feel free to download some of the other cats under the "PETS" tab at the top of my blog.  :)


Saturday, May 19, 2012

Baby 84 - Part 1 of 2


There's some more mature language in this post.  No swearing but just more mature topics in this post than usual.  Not sure if this post really needs the warning but I just thought I'd throw it out here.

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Liam is great with the new babies and Sindy and Mei have taken a great interest in them.  Although I don't trust the girls to babysit the babies, I let them feed and play with the babies under my supervision.

Liam ages up into a young adult.  He is still going strong with his boyfriend, Gage Callahan.  I'm so proud of him for going against the norm and accepting his differences.

The triplets age up into teens next.  Mei grows up into quite the rebel and drama queen.  She appreciates her unique looks and dresses up a bit maturely to accentuate her lovely figure.

Sindy is almost exactly the same as her older-by-five-minutes sister.  They both crop their red hair in short pixie-like hairstyles.

Alex has also become quite the charmer.  He grows out his blue hair to a shaggy yet groomed look.

Harrison is a serious little boy and into race cars like his father.

Neither Lacie nor her sister, Alice, got their father's skin tone so I was hoping that they'd get his hair or eyes.  Boy was I wrong.  Lacie grows up with jet black hair and dark purple eyes that aren't the same purple as her father's.  She's definitely a cutie though.

So is her sister.  Alice gets dark brown hair and green eyes.  I pull their hair back in pigtails that are oh-so-cute.

"Does this look good?" I ask the cats.  Kiara voices her answer with a loud yowl.  I purse my lips and remember that I'm talking to a bunch of cats.

I hear the door of my bedroom open.  It's early morning and the kids are already awake and watching their morning cartoons.  I guess this little one left the fun to join me in my muck of a mess.  I've decided to go to a psychologist to help me deal with my break up with Luke and to help me to decide what to do.  My friend, Laura Johanson, had suggested it, as she had gone to a psychologist to help her with her issues and it seemed to do a good job (at least, she didn't get worse).

The little padded feet slowly hobble over the carpet until they reach me.  I pick up Alice and give her a big hug.

"Now your big brother and sisters are going to take care of you, okay?  Mommy is going to the doctor.  I'll see you tonight though."

"Can I get a night kiss?"  She asks, her eyes big with worry.

"Of course sweetie.  I will always kiss you goodnight."

"So, how do I look?"  I ask Laura, who has come over to assist me in my visit.  This time, I'm actually asking someone who can reply, which is a good sign.

"Well...," she ponders scrunching up her face.  "It could be worse."

"What do you mean 'it could be worse' you crazy lady?"  I almost shout.

"Calista, you're single.  You're pretty.  No, you're hot.  Therefore, you should be showing off that body of yours pronto, not just covering it up with old lady clothes," she demands.  I look at her confused.

She rolls her eyes and shakes her head.  Then she yanks open my many drawers full of clothing.  She lifts up a dress that I had received a while ago.  Truthfully, I didn't even know I had it.

"This is more like it," she smiles approvingly at it.

"I don't know... it seems a little... slutty?"  I say searching for the right word.

"Exactly, and that's what we're going for," she agrees.

I don't grab the dress from her outstretched hand right away.  Instead, I retort, "Well, look who's talking,  Miss 'You-Should-Wear-Slutty-Clothing.'  Have you seen what you're wearing?  It's no worse than what I'm wearing right now."

"Of course it is!  But regardless, I was going to change... now, do you have anything that's not blue...?"

She talks to herself as she rummages through my already messed up drawers of clothing.  While she's looking for an outfit for herself, I strip and put on the dress that she picked out.

She stops and turns to me, "Perfect!" she says.

Although I feel uncomfortable out of my mind, I feel a surge of pride and a sense of accomplishment.  After retouching my make-up and watching Laura mess up my wardrobe, we finally make it out to the car and drive over to the psychologist's office.

Upon walking in, we noticed the ditziest receptionist ever.

"Hey, I recognize her...," Laura whispers in my ear.

We walk up to the desk together and I inspect the woman.  At first, I don't think she's wearing a shirt but then I realize it's made of some see through material and two giant hands are covering her..., I nearly faint.  Are people really allowed to wear those kinds of outfits in public?  And her hair... don't even get me started on that.  I suppose that's the best dye job she could get with her lousy receptionist pay.

She's also very into her computer screen.

"Excuse me," I say.  I clear my throat.

"I'm here for my appointment with Mr. Ferris."

Laura taps her foot impatiently and I look around the too-pink waiting area.  The receptionist doesn't even lift her barbie doll head.  Finally, I nearly shout, "My name is Calista Smith and I'm here for my appointment."  The receptionist finally lifts her eyes, a piercing emerald green, at me and I see the inch of mascara caked around her eyes.

She sighs heavily and then shakes her head saying, "He's in with someone right now, please take a seat in the waiting room."

"Are there any papers to sign?"  I ask politely.

"Do I look like I fricken' like this job?  I said sit down.  And God, your outfit is suckish."  She glances me up and down and then continues to stare at her computer monitor.

"Well that was rude," I say under my breath.

Laura whispers, "And you thought your outfit was slutty."  She grabs my arm and pulls me to the couch.

"So, you were saying you recognized that girl when we came in?"  I prompt Laura.

"Oh yes, she was the receptionist for my psychologist.  What do you know!"

"That's weird.  Perhaps your psychologist fired her so she came to work at this receptionist place," I suggest.

"That would make sense, she was quite, erm, a female dog when I was there.  And she said I didn't have boobs."

"She also hit on your boyfriend, Tom, right?"

Laura laughs.  "It's quite a funny story to tell now, but it wasn't as funny at the time."

"What's also funny is that you got your psychologist to sleep with you, in his office?"  I raise my eyebrows at her.

"Calista, you should totally get your psychologist to sleep with you.  It'll add more of a challenge to your challenge.  'Try to get your psychologist to sleep with you,'" she says adding some flare to the title.

"Okay, I'll do it," I say surprising Laura and even myself.

Suddenly I hear laughing coming from one of the closed rooms where an appointment is supposedly taking place.  It's a deep laugh with a bit of familiarity to it.  My mind immediately jumps to Luke.

"Erm, I'm going to go to the bathroom.  I'll be back in a sec," I announce.

"Okay, have fun!" Laura teases.

In the bathroom, it's decorated the same puke pink as the rest of this dreaded place.  I hear the psychologist talking and then breathe a sigh of relief.  I go to the bathroom, wash my hands, and fix up my makeup.

As I'm about to walk out into the waiting room, I freeze as I hear a familiar voice, along with a female voice.  It's definitely Luke with... could it be that girl he was kissing at the bar?  Why is he here?

As soon as I hear them walk out the front doors of the office I walk out of the bathroom and I swear I see the receptionist's eyes dart in Luke's direction.  He's quite the lady magnet.

I'm halfway to walking back to the couch where Laura is patiently waiting when the psychologist finally comes out of his office.

"Calista Smith?"

"That's me," I reply.  Laura walks over to me, staring at her feet the entire time.

I notice his name tag says "Dr. Weston Ferris."  No, this can't be the same psychologist Laura had.  I suddenly realize why Laura seems so uncomfortable.  Wow, how awkward can this get?

"So hey, Calista?  I think I'm going to go home, text me how it goes," Laura whispers.

Discreetly, I reply, "Still want me to shag your psychologist?"  And much to my surprise, she quickly nods yes.  Then she scampers as quickly as a girl can go in a tight dress out of the office.

"Hey, I feel like I know her.  She looks familiar," Weston says.

"Oh her?  I don't think you know her.  She's my, uh, handicap-able friend so I don't think she'd be able to perform any acts that require, you know, moving in contorted ways like when two people love each other...."  Why have I always been bad at making up excuses?  "I'll just shut up now," I conclude.

"Okay, well, follow me Ms. Smith," he finally says.

"Please, help yourself," Weston says, as he glances to a plate of treats.  I pause momentarily.  Do I really want to get all fat on sweets before I seduce him? 

"Okay, thanks!"  I say as I grab a macaron and bite down on the delicious blue cookies.

Weston waits for me to finish eating before he speaks so it gets a bit awkward.  Which is fine by me.  As long as I get the job done, I'm good.

"So, Calista.  What would you like to talk about?"

"Well, I recently broke up with my boyfriend," I pause to add dramatic effect.  "After I saw him kissing some other girl."

"Weird, the people just before you today had a similar issue."

"Yeah, what a coincidence."

"Oh, sorry, I have a confidentiality policy that I just broke.  Pretend you didn't hear what I just said.  Okay, now where were we?  Oh yes, was there something effecting this change of behavior in your boyfriend?"

"Yes, he was under the influence of alcohol because when he came home, he was very drunk.  I was surprised to see that he had made it home okay."

"Did you notice any early displays that would lead to this behavior?"  Weston continues.

"Well, not really.  Although, does having a lot of sex count?  He wanted it all the time.  He was like a dog in heat."

"I see," Weston says.  "And did you let him?"

I pause.  "Yes," I finally confess.

"And is he a good lover?"

"Excuse me?"

"Never mind."

"On to other things, how has your life been.  Do you spend a sufficient amount of your time with your friends?  Do you have people who support you?"  Weston continues with the questionnaire.

We talk for a long time and by the time he's finally finished asking all of his questions, I realize he didn't really help me with the reason I came here.  It's nearly dark and as I glance at the clock, I realize it's almost nine.

"So, do you have any good advice?"  I ask.

"Well, first of all, I would not give in to his sexual advances.  Don't give him what he wants because then he'll just get bored easily.  Also, change it up a bit.  Spice up your sex life."

"Um, okay.  What I meant was what should I do with my love life now that he's not in the picture but that works too."

"Oh sorry Ms. Smith.  I get carried away a lot.  So, what you should do now?  Well, you could try some of those dating sites and try to get a new man or you could just take a break.  Spend some more time with your kids.  Uh, yeah, I don't think there's anything wrong with you.  You're just heartbroken and need some time to recover."

"Thank you, Mr. Ferris."

"Do you want some tips on how to spice up your love life?  I'm considered a pro."  Weston adds causally.

"Um, sure..." I say a bit creeped out.  Although, from what Laura told me about him, he's quite an excellent lover so I should probably take his advice.

"Well, step number one: learn the basics," he starts to say.  It's not great advice and rather obvious but I roll with the flow and pretend like he's the wisest of us all.  "It always helps to get to know your partner.  So, for example, what's your favorite color?  Oh wait, let me guess!"  He exclaims excitedly.

"Purple!"  He finally decides.  I try to hide the disappointment.  Isn't my favorite color obvious?  Apparently not.

"No, it's actually blue," I confess.

"Oh sorry, I'm not a psychic.  I was just messing with you, of course it's blue!"  He recovers chuckling.  I can tell that's a lie.

"So, um, tip number two?"

"Oh yes, so tip number two would be to work out."

"Excuse me?"  I'm beginning to wonder if these tips are for men or women.  It seems he's mostly talking from a male standpoint.

"For a male, having muscles is the number one thing that turns on a girl.  If you would just stand up Ms. Smith."  I stand up, not knowing what he's going to do.  All of a sudden, he starts to unbutton his shirt.

Oh good lord....

I am shocked at his muscularity.  Though not as impressive as Luke's delicious man body (at this point, I mentally slap myself for thinking positively about Luke, actually, for thinking about Luke in the first place), Weston is pretty far up there.  It's impressive considering his lowly job as a psychologist in this small town.  Why he would need those muscles is out of my mind and I try to focus on his big round eyes to distract myself from his chest.

"So, that's what it takes to get a girl?"

"Yes ma'am."  He says coming closer to me.  "Along with some compliments, that's all it takes."

I can feel the breath on my face and his scent smells like ginger and nutmeg and is sadly alluring.

Before I know it, he's got his arms around me and we've fallen to the floor.

What seems like two seconds is more like an hour and I realize that it's nearly 11.

"Oh f***, I should really get home," I exclaim.  "Hey, can I ask you just one thing?"

"Sure, anything."

"Are you... married, by any chance?  I saw your ring...."

"Oh," he casts his eyes away.  "No, well yes, but no.  No, I'm not married.  I'm actually getting a divorce with my wife.  You see, she and I haven't been seeing eye to eye on my... you could say 'decisions' in life and we've finally agreed to let our relationship end.  But I'm open to any new relationship that you might have in mind," he hints.  Boy, what a hopeless romantic.

"Oh no, I was just wondering because we just slept together and another friend of mind, definitely not the purple-haired girl you saw today," I add quickly, "told me that you were married.  So yeah, well, I'm off.  Thanks for all of your help, Mr. Ferris."

And I slowly shut the door behind me, leaving my psychologist unclothed inside.

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Thanks you Amanda for letting me use Weston Ferris and Aurora Waters (the receptionist) as well as Laura Johanson in my story!  It helps if you read Amanda's 100 Baby Challenge to understand the plot a little bit better and you can also find download links for Weston and Aurora.