Mature pics

Before we left she was, well, maybe not warm, but not frigid either. And I felt a whole lot better. By March Cathy announced that she was pregnant. We had been beginning to think something may be wrong, because nothing had happened in spite of our lack of birth control. When mature pics did happen I was instantly on the phone to Kelly. I had seen her about twice a month since our move to Toronto, but almost always just her and me over a meal. As soon as we were seated and served our drinks, I bubbled out the news. "That's great, Charlie!" she said enthusiastically, "When is she due?" "September, I think," I answered. And then I saw the eyes again. "Something's wrong!" I said without thinking, "What is mature pics, Kelly?" "What makes you think something's wrong?" she evaded. "Twelve years of looking into your eyes, that's what! Now out with it!" "Judy's leaving me!" she confided. "Turns out I'm sterile, and she says it's because I'm a queer and I've probably screwed up my reproductive system. For her mature pics was the last straw." "That's fucking ridiculous!" I spat at her. "Surely she'll realize she's wrong when you tell her Cathy's expecting. Unless she's forgotten, I'm pretty queer too." "Of course I'll try it," she answered, "But I doubt that it'll make a difference. She just can't get over the whole idea that we've been together as lovers." "I'm sorry, Kelly," I said, "If I'd known..." "If either of us had known," she interrupted, "Maybe things'd be different. But we didn't, Charlie. We just didn't know.