Chapter 19
Climbing out of the bed almost painfully, Bob Smelton picked up the panties that had been discarded earlier and stepped into them. He pulled them up until they caressed his spent body snugly.
As he walked out of the bedroom of Kent's apartment, he heard the man still breathing deeply as a result of his exertion.
Behind, Carl felt raw and uncomfortable as he always did after a session that way. It didn't matter now though. Soon, the feeling would be gone and everything would be comfortable. There would be no pain, no shame, no more feeling of inadequacy-
As he passed the mirror, he saw himself in the padded black bra, black nylon panties, black garter belt and dark nylons. He used to enjoy looking at himself this way. It was different this time though. When he looked into the mirror, he saw nothing. The glass was blank.
The thick carpet felt reassuring under his feet as he walked toward the balcony. The heat of the sun assailed him as he walked out onto the balcony.
On the balcony of an apartment across the court, a woman in a two piece bathing suit looked startled and moved closer to the rail for a better look as if she couldn't believe what she saw.
"Good-bye, Kent," he called loudly over his shoulder.
Bob heard a rustle from the bedroom and heard Kent hurrying toward him. With a quick motion, he gripped the rail and threw himself over. For just a moment, he seemed to be floating upward. The feeling didn't last long.
"I've just made the most fascinating discovery, darling," Carl called to his wife who sat a few feet away from him.
He turned away from the typewriter that had been set up on a plain wooden table in the yard behind their comfortable cottage in the Mexican village.
"Tell me, my master," Elaine put her book down and bowed impressively.
"I've just discovered that they have an entirely different sun here in Mexico. It doesn't permit things like smog and carbon monoxide and all the gunk to stay in the air. Wait 'till I tell the world about it, I'm going to be famous."
"You will be famous, my wonderful husband, but as a writer. As far as discoveries are concerned, I've made a much more important one."
"You're putting me on, lady." Carl pushed his chair back and moved toward the hammock in which she swayed. "What could be more important than a new sun"
"Well, I guess it's a matter of how you spell the word. Unless my counting is very faulty, my period is about eleven days late and I have the most wonderful feeling that there is a new son and it's right here in my belly."
Carl tipped her out of the hammock as he embraced her, but he caught her in his arms and held her through a very long and passionate kiss.