“Hi, Honey,” said Kendra, unfazed by her compromised position. Her t-shirt had ridden up over her pregnant belly, making Luke’s heart throb with love, even while he was repulsed and angered by what he was witnessing.
“Um....Honey....is that beer? Does your midwife know about this?”
“Know about it? She prescribed it. In fact, she’s in the bathroom right now.”
Stephie the midwife emerged, zipping up her low rider jeans and arranging her peasant top.
“What’samattah, Lukey?” asked Stephie, clapping Luke on the shoulder. “Haven’t you ever heard of a kegel kegger?”