I'd like to be pregnant...

But when we're older. You can't have a baby in a flat.

She must be sure she wants to come out. It's not always safe to be an out lesbian.

I loved being pregnant.

Her skin glowed, her hair was luxurious, her eyes sparkled, and her tits were even more fantastic.

The woman went on. She had not looked back. She went out of sight up the road: swollen, slow, deliberate, unhurried, and tireless as augmenting afternoon itself. She walked out of their talking too; perhaps out of their minds too.