Unknown Diners

Chapter Seventeen

"You won't be able to drink your Champagne like that, and swallowing the sushi uphill might be difficult." Catherine spread her legs to release Lorne's head, but he moved down, and between licks, said, "I've plenty more sperm. I'll keep topping you up. Five more days; I should manage twenty-five or thirty refills."

She gave him a crooked smile from her shoulder stand. "Nathan didn't want to have children early, and as the years passed, he became increasingly opposed to the idea of having any. I guess I'm over-reacting at the opportunity." She giggled. "I'll come down if you promise to keep me topped up."

He picked her up and carried her toward the shower. "Time to clean up for dinner, silly girl. I'll do you. You do me." He laughed loudly, shaking them both as he did. "Your old pick up line, which I didn't pick up on. God, I was so dumb-ass dense then, wasn't I?"

"You had a lot going on in your head back then."

Later, up in the cockpit, he turned on the radiant heaters to take the chill off the evening as they enjoyed their moonlight dinner and continued talking. "I'll have to stop drinking soon. I'll miss the wonderful wines."

"Most doctors now say small amounts are not damaging. We can limit ourselves to glasses of magnificent wines. Give the kid an early taste of quality. Never too young to learn."

She stroked the back of his hand, which was resting on her thigh. "I love how comfortable you are with this. I used to fantasise about making babies with you, even before I understood the mechanics of it. When I first asked Mum, she told me that babies happen when mummies and daddies hold each other in a special way." She laughed and squeezed his hand. "Remember all the hugging and holding we used to do back then?" She leaned into him as he opened his arms. "Oh, God! I love you, Lorne."

They hugged tightly for several minutes, sharing reminiscences of their childhood hugging, holding and touching, then they turned back to the last bits of their sushi.

"We're all grown-up now," Lorne said as he glanced at the level in her glass. "We know how it works. Do you want a top-up?"

"On the Champagne or the sperm?"

As they lay on the bed gently moving, holding each other in that once-elusive special way, she sighed, then said, "You're the one who has to come, Lorne, not me. The score is now three to zero. Want to make it four to one?"

He did want to, and they both did it noisily. They then lay more quietly, wrapped close together as they recovered. Once his speaking became easier, he said, "I'll leave the plug in. Leave no escape for those little wiggly guys."

She caught the worried expression on his face. "What's up? What's the face about?"

"Thinking about anatomy — the location of your cervix. The design is for the penis to ejaculate toward it. I'm shooting in the opposite direction. Maybe we can find a position where I'm turned around inside."

She stroked the back of his head. "There are lots of wonderful positions we can explore. I can think of a few right now, which will have you flipped over in here." She did a few small pelvis rotations. "I didn't think of this earlier. It must be awkward when you pee. Sort of backwards, isn't it?"

"I've adapted. I've tried twisting it, but that pinches the flow. Besides, it comes out in a wide spray, not a stream. No public urinals, always stalls. I normally squat, lay it across the seat and spray down. Alone in the wilds, I drop my trousers, squat and spray backwards."

She stroked his cheek and brushed her lips across his. "You should get it repaired. It's such a magnificent schlong. You seem much easier with it now. Surely they can reconstruct a urethra — why do we use Latin for body parts? A pee tube. Surely they can do that. They regularly build whole penises on the transsexuals now, including a proper pee hole in the proper place. I'm saddened seeing you still adapting and suffering with it."

"Maybe when your pregnancy gets to the stage when sharing a comfortable — and why isn't there an acceptable word for this? When sharing a comfortable fuck with you becomes awkward." He ran his tongue across her lips. "I wouldn't want to waste comfortable fucking time. God, not now, not when we're just beginning."

"Let's get pregnant first, then you can see a doctor about it. It's time to do something about it. It seriously is. It's been a long time, almost twenty years."

"Yeah, I've thought of it often, but, you know..." He paused and looked at her with his twisted smile, "I haven't seen a doctor since the trauma of being examined and documented for the trial, thirteen, going on fourteen years ago now. Good thing I'm healthy."

"Frick, Lorne. That's not healthy. You need regular check-ups. I do one every six months. Blood work and basic cancer screening. Nathan's doctor had him on annual prostate examinations. You can't ignore your health."

"I've learned to care for myself. There's lots of information online, test kits in the pharmacies. Repair kits there too."

"There's that crooked smile again. I can read you so easily. You know that's not good enough." She shifted her hips gently. "We now have this working. You're so much easier with it. Seeing a doctor will only help." She continued her gentle movements, and he was soon matching her.