Adult Blogger: BIG ASS ADVENTURE BIGASSADVENTURE think I've told you my office shares the floor with Shari Clarkeson. It's kind of handy to have your gynecologist next door when a gal is a pregnant as you've got me, you naughty boy. Well today I had ducked into the little toilet we share. We have public ones for the patients, but we have a little one just for us doctor girls. I had just finished peeing -- you know how our Claudette is making me pee all the time -- when I heard Shari at the door of the stall. "Judith, hurry! I've got to goooo!" she wailed.
I did the dab and pulled up my skirt. Shari already had hers down to her ankles and almost ran over me getting in to sit on the toilet. She didn't even close the door. I was fixing my lipstick when I heard her start to gush. "This is YOUR fault, you know!" she said.
"What are you talking about, Shari?" I asked, not turning around.
"Oh come on, Judith. I've seen you appraising me suspiciously. 'Skirt getting a little tight, hmmm. Not really so flat chested any more, hmmm. Needs to pee urgently, hmmm.' Well, you're right, Judith. I'd been intending to tell you. I'm knocked up."
"You, pregnant, Shari? But you said you had told Carlos ..."
"Yeah, 'I *deliver* babies, I don't *have* babies.'" she quoted herself back to me. "Well we had a little accident. Or rather *I* had a little accident. Carlos has been wanting to get me pregnant since the first day we played hunky orderly drills horny young doctor down at the hospital. Of course the irony couldn't be greater. Dr. Sheri Clarkeson, Ob., Gyn, whose main function in life is to write prescriptions for contraceptives so girls can get laid without getting pregnant, can't take the pill herself. So every time I want Carlos's lovely Latin log in me, I have to make sure he is well sheathed in latex."
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