WARNING, SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL!                           ADULTS ONLY!

HOME VISITS (in which Monica discovered whoredom by accident, considered it
             for a long time, then joined the fallen sisterhood as a way of
             rectifying a number of shortcomings in her life).

by Ozman (c) 2002 (with thanks to Suzanne). 

  Monica found herself confronted by the profession  due to a transposition
of digits from the telephone number of a local brothel resulting in several
calls to her phone each day.  At first she wasn't aware of what they sought
from the person they thought they were calling,  but when the penny dropped
she was quite upset.  The people at the phone network were sympathetic, but
said it was one of those things over which they had no control. If she paid
a fee a new number would be allotted to her, but on principle she was quite
opposed to that.

  Initially it was annoying and caused her to feel extremely uncomfortable,
but eventually incorporated the idea of whoring into her daily masturbation
fantasies and in time began to consciously consider the matter as something
that might ease her seemingly endless sexual drought. It was then more than
two years since she'd last been intimate with a man, five since her husband
walked out after six years of marriage, so she felt that she'd been left on
the shelf without any quick solution to her problem in sight.

  After three years alone she went out on several dates with a man who gave
up when she wouldn't come across for him.  She had it off with the next guy 
on the first date, but it was all around the office on the following Monday
so she turned down several obviously  expectant dates until the invitations
dried up completely. As her sexual frustration grew she wondered whether it
mightn't be better to have a reputation like Melanie Moodie, office harlot,
than to suffer the complete loss of physical contact.

  Although she'd told herself that she  had absolutely no intention of ever 
undertaking harlotry, she began to take more interest in her appearance and
grooming.  She had her breasts enhanced and grew her hair long and coloured
titian, bought a home gym and took to a daily run before work each day. Her
figure was on the large size; the type that Norman Lindsay loved to portray, 
tall and statuesque with broad hips and hefty thighs, but muscularly smooth. 
Her ankles were not quite slim,  but both her feet and hands were elegantly 
small and well cared for.

  It was difficult and  embarrassing initially,  but she eventually came to 
terms with her looks by masturbating either naked or in lingerie before her 
big mirror. She rolled and rotated her big hips and watched her vulvar lips
open and cling wetly to the wrinkled shaft of the shiny black dildo buzzing
and sliding in her sheath, telling herself that there was nothing she could
do about her looks except to accept what nature had given her and just make
the very best of that gift. In due course she actually enjoyed the sight of
herself dressed skimpily and posing or strutting before the big mirror with
various sex toys inserted in her cunt, even spending the day at work with a
vibrating egg inside her.

  Two unrelated events then conspired to  cause her to take another look at 
her prospects in the field of sex work: her job was reduced to three days a
week, instead of five, with a consequential drop in pay and she thought she
recognized the voice of a man on one of her wrong number calls. He was from
the early morning jogging set at the local park,  a tall, slim, elderly guy  
who greeted her courteously and who had a quite distinct voice.  On meeting
him the next morning she blushed profoundly and later received a phone call 
from him.

  "Hello," he said. "I'm Ern. Are you the lady in the white shorts and pale
blue singlet who blushed because she'd discovered my dreadful secret?"

  She gulped nervously. 

  "Yes," she replied, "but you don't have to worry about me saying anything
about it. It really isn't all that dreadful."

  "You recognized my voice?"

  "Yes."

  "And knew where I was calling?"

  "Yes."

  "You're not put out about it?"

  "No, not at all."

  "Well thanks for being so nice about it.  I'll be much more careful in my
dialling in future."

  "That's all right," she said to him without her normal caution due to his
being so pleasant. "I've given plenty of thought about using this situation 
to my advantage."
  
  "How do you mean?"

  "I mean that I have some problems which would be rectified if I undertook
the type of service you get at the house down the road. All I have to do is
use the callers who were such a pest until now."

  "Count me in," he told her, his grin almost audible. "I'd love to help." 

  "I'll let you know what I decide," she promised. "You'll be first to know
my decision on the future."

  On hanging up she was overwhelmed by embarrassment. Had she really told a
guy that she was considering prostitution as a way out of her difficulties? 
She thought about it all that day at work and in bed that night, not dozing
off until the wee hours, deciding that she might at least try it with a guy
to discover whether or not it was for her. The idea, she understood, was to
not put too much pressure on herself in thinking  about the future and what
she'd do if it wasn't something she felt comfortable about doing over time.

  "How do the other women cope?" she asked herself, aloud.  "Anyway, my own
experience as a slut hasn't had any lasting effects, so I suppose it's just
a matter of getting on with things and seeing how I feel after the event."

  After she'd seen the children off to school she took her later run around 
the park perimeter where she passed Ern's great friend Dave on his somewhat
slower orbit.

  "See you at the fountain," he called, obviously indicating that he'd like
her to wait for him there.

  He reminded her of a  big, old, grizzled wolf hound a childhood neighbour
had owned: tall, angular and grey, seventy something and with a morose face,
but a lively sense of humour that had his group in stitches some mornings.

  "G'day," he greeted her. "I'm Dave."

  "Hi, I'm Monica," she responded, somewhat demurely.

  "Me and Ern are best mates," he grinned. "He told me about the confab you
two had yesterday, hope you don't mind, and I'd like to say that I hope you
do choose to take up the game. I'd be there as an enthusiastic customer."

  "Why thank you," she told him theatrically. "You're too kind."

  "No I'm not," he said. "I'm rude and crude and hot and horny from looking
at you, but I'm truthful. I'd like to get one up on Ern by trotting home to
your place and having a nooky in the garden while we're both hot and sweaty,
but I guess I might be a bit previous about it, from your point of view."  

  "Funny that," she chuckled. "Now that you've mentioned it I do feel a bit 
horny myself. Come on then."

  Having begun the thing she knew she'd have to keep up the momentum with a
full and immediate intromission on getting home; no foreplay. She was quite
surprised at being so ready to accommodate him,  although he was attractive 
to her despite his age. 

  She trotted beside him to lead him along the pathway beside her house and 
around to her pergola which shielded them from the neighbours' view. He let
his shorts fall to his ankles and quickly fitted a condom to a truly equine
penis which jutted out at just below the horizontal from his crotch. Giving 
her head a quick shake, she dropped her own nether garments to await Dave's
pleasure.

  "How do you want me," she enquired.

  "Sit on your potting bench," he replied, "with your bottom on the edge."

  She complied,  opening her solid thighs to him before crossing her ankles
behind his bottom, then taking his enormous penis in hand.  It wasn't quite
as rigid as other erect cocks she'd felt, but rather rubbery, although it's
stiffness was quite sufficient to enable him to fill up her slippery vagina 
with a single thrust. 

  "God it's so big," she breathed in wonder.  "I can feel it stretching me, 
but it's nice." 

  His huge member slid in and out of her stretching sheath as he rammed her
hips with his, lewd slurping sounds emanating from their coupled sex organs
when they wallowed in erotic sensation. She was more excited than she could 
ever remember being in the past, her whole person tingling with exquisitely
thrilling shocks that jolted and jerked her flushed figure until her climax
became hard to hold back.

  "I'm going to come," grunted Dave as he suddenly stiffened and she felt a
disappointment that she wasn't warmed by a great gush of semen as he rammed 
deep inside her belly.

  Her legs crushed his hard, sweating body to hers as she went rigid with a
series of long,  involuntary spasms of pleasure and they lay as one against
her bench until they cooled again.

  "That was really great,"  he told her amiably, making her feel so pleased
as he looked down at her generous form with obvious admiration.  "But we'll
make it last longer next time."

  She smiled at this, not having made up her mind about any future harlotry
on her part, besides which she hadn't been paid for this time yet.  However
she needn't have worried as the postman  mysteriously delivered an envelope
within the hour, containing four new hundred dollar bills and a note saying
thanks and explaining the payment in advance. 

  "I s'pose the will be a next time then," she said to herself with a grin.

  She showered then sat in her kitchen sipping a cup of tea as she wondered 
at how easily she'd slipped into the act of vice. It had been an absolutely
positive experience as she found that shagging a man of twice her age was a
lot more exciting than she'd previously thought it could be,  Dave's rather
spare figure feeling more comfortable against hers than others  she'd known
and he'd obviously  made an effort to ensure that she'd shared his pleasure 
from their coupling.  With a half-dozen clients like that she would have so
much more fun than any  married woman, she considered, enjoying quality sex
daily, at least.  It deeply aroused her to consider it and she'd just begun 
playing with her clitoris when the phone rang.

  "Hello?" she answered.

  "Oh, hullo, is that Jane's place,"  asked the elderly man whose voice she
recognized, but couldn't put a face to.

  He'd rung before too.

  "No," she told him,  "but if they can't fit you in, ring me back and I'll
see if I can."

  "You serious?" he chuckled at her double entendre.     

  "I am, yes." 

  "So when did you go into business?" he enquired.

  "Today, a couple of hours ago to be precise,  so you'll be only my second
gentleman caller."

  "I think I know you," he told her. "Is my voice familiar to you?"

  "I know the voice, but I can't put it with a face,"  she told him, "but I   
know you've rung here before."

  "It's Claude," he told me,  "Claude Benier. And you're Monica. If you now
feel you'd rather not meet I'll understand fully, but I had to tell you."

  He was her childhood orthodontist, a very suave old bloke and now she had 
an opportunity to serve him.

  "Not at all, Claude. I'd be happy to see you," she told him sincerely, an
erotic sensation  growing in her loins at the ease with which she now found
she could discuss her availability for sexual service with near strangers.

  The novelty of her situation was so exciting that she  wanted to try once
more to discover  whether or not another experience would give her the same
kind of buzz as the first.  She was well aware that it was the circumstance
rather than the act that had thrilled her so much with Dave,  but it was an
age since she'd felt nearly as alive as she was at that moment. The life of
a harlot wasn't as bad as any of the horror stories she'd heard, to date, a
state of affairs which she hoped might prevail as she was then sure that it
was something she'd like to explore further.

  She arranged for Claude  to call at midday as she had to visit a pharmacy
to obtain a supply of condoms and other necessities of the profession.  

  He'd had the same idea,  turning up with a bunch of pink roses, two dozen 
tubes of a well known,  water-based, vaginal lubricant and seventy packs of 
condoms in a variety of colours and shapes.

  "I got them for nearly nothing through a friend," he grinned. "Here's his
card for when you run out."

  They drank tea and caught up  with each other's lives before she took him
to her bedroom and undressed him as intimately as she knew how,  enjoying a
quick squeeze of her boobs and a grope lower down.  He smelt freshly bathed
and his penis was free of lesions or blemishes that might indicate a social
complaint, so she slipped a candy-striped condom on him and drew him to her 
bed.

  "What would you like to do?" she asked huskily.

  "Nothing," he smiled. 

  She looked confused.

  "I want to do nothing,  but I'd like you to do things to me," he told her
kindly. "If that's okay."

  She wasn't sure as to what she should do,  but to get the ball rolling an
oral interlude seemed appropriate.  Claude reached out to her exposed pussy
to diddle her swollen clitty and then finger fuck  her with all four digits
of his right hand.  Able to wait no longer she flung a leg across his waist
and eased her cunt down over his vertical pricck, enjoying its jerking hard-
ness as it penetrated her fully. 

  "Ooh, that's much better," she cooed tremulously. "I feel complete."

  She slowly raised and lowered her bottom,  tightening her vaginal muscles
around his shaft as she rose, comprehending from his quiet groaning that it
was having the desired effect upon him.  Rocking gently back and forth upon 
her knees and rotating her broad hips, she continued to squeeze his sliding
penis while leaning forward to proffer her firm bosom to his hungry mouth.

  "Ooh, ooh, ooh!" he moaned, "I'm coming sweetheart!" 

  And he was, hugely, without restraint as his slim, pink body convulsed at
least a dozen times with the involuntary movements of orgasm.

  "You didn't come," he said at last.

  She nodded, lying.

  "You didn't,"  he insisted, diddling her clitty until she too felt a warm
tingling in her loins, then the full flush of climax.

  "It's the frenchy," she told him.  "I really need to feel you squirt into
my womb to come properly." 

  A couple of days later she trotted home with Ern, hot for sex despite her
vigourous run,  leading him around the house to her pergola for an alfresco 
fuck as she'd done for his mate who'd told him all. Of course Ern wanted to
experience it too, lifting her to balance at the edge of her rough bench to
remove her shorts and brief while she pulled her crop top off, and sheathed
his thick rubbery cock in a condom she'd left out for the purpose. His dick
wasn't quite as big as his friends, but was something he could be proud of,
filling her warm, slippery love pouch with a long, slow thrust. 

  He fucked her energetically, making her gasp and coo happily at the quite
acute pleasure she felt, realizing that it was due to her acceptance of her
new relationship with several men. Any romantic relationship with more than
one guy would be fraught with many unpleasant possibilities,  no matter how
casual she tried to make it sound, but having all these men aware they were 
only members of a group was empowering because they had to come to her with
money to taste her sexual favours. She loved feeling that way, knowing that
in future she'd only have sex on her terms and when she wanted to and never
having to worry about money again.

  At that moment she was sure she saw a blonde head peeping around the rear 
corner of her house at the periphery of her vision, but on turning her head
it had gone.

  "Oh shit!" she thought, "Judyth."

  Judy was her best friend at the office and who sometimes babysat her kids
as Monica did for her. She was only thirty, but had a fifteen year old son,
a very high hurdle for anyone aspiring to marriage and seemingly making the
guys who dated her see her as an easy lay, a matter she complained long and
loudly of to Monica. She hadn't seen Judy on the morning run since starting
her new career and wondered whether or not her friend would ever speak with
her again after watching her in such a compromising situation, particularly 
if she'd been there long enough to see the money change hands. Surprisingly
she found that she really didn't care; her new relationships seemed so much
more important than that with Judy.

  This time she felt Ern's climax approaching as well as the familiar, warm
tingling in her own loins that presaged her own. With a last, mighty thrust 
he buried his hefty cock to the hilt as they both stiffened ecstatically in
orgasm, clinging and clawing desperately as their gleaming bodies shuddered
repeatedly with their pleasure.

  Over the following months she developed a regular core clientele of about
twenty men who visited her around once a month, plus another thirty who she
saw on an occasional basis and one timers who came out of curiosity. With a
hundred extra working days she more than trebled her income with money that 
wasn't subject to tax, hiding it from any investigation in an official bank
account that only she could access. 

  Judy said nothing for a month or so, but rejoined the morning jogs around
the park and, after a period of blushing embarassment, joined the banter of
the men, some of whom were less than ambiguous in expressing their thoughts
about what they'd enjoy doing with her delectably, youthful body. It became
pretty clear that Judy was well aware of Monica's relationship with most of
the guys when Viv Spence asked when they might see her putting her physical
charms about. 

  "Oh, I'm not that brave," she giggled, blushing as she glanced at Monica.

  "No courage required," guffawed Jimmy. "Just lie there and we'll do what-
ever needs doing." 

                                     *    

  Judy was surprised to see Monica  trotting away from the park with one of
the older brigade of male joggers and,  wanting to speak to her friend, she 
followed along behind  until they ran into her front garden and down beside
the house to the back yard. Judy tiptoed in behind and heard them chuckling 
before peeping around the corner to watch Dave slide his huge cock into her 
pussy as she leaned back on her hands with her ankles by his ears. Her hand 
flew to her cunt and she diddled herself momentarily until heading homeward.

  On the Monday it was Ern that Monica took home with her and this time, as
she saw him give her money,  she understood the nature of the relationship.
She was utterly appalled at first, but after some consideration she thought
she could see something in it for her, particularly after all that dreadful
sex she'd endured for the privilege of being asked out by some bloke.

  She began to enjoy the company of the morning running, she lived a rather
solitary life due to penury, feeling embarrassed at being the target of the
veiled propositions at first, but then easier about it as she began to know 
the guys.  Monica said nothing and so Judy had no clue as to how her friend 
might feel at her poaching one of her clients if she was to try her hand at
commercial sex. She'd decided that her relationships with men depended upon
her ability to provide sexual favour and that it was rarely likely to be an
experience she'd really enjoy, so why not be paid for her time and efforts.

  Eventually, on a lunchtime in the park across from their office building,
she asked Monica what it was like to be on the game; did she feel different
than before she'd done it?

  "I feel free," Monica smiled dreamily. "I don't have to worry about every
cent I spend, the mortgage, clothing the kids or school expenses and I have
a pile squirrelled away for Disneyland."

  "That good, eh? I really wanted to know about the physical side," blushed
Judy. "How do you do it with a complete stranger?"

  "Well they're only complete strangers the first time, less so after that."
she teased, laughing lightly. "But it's better than I envisaged, all my men
enjoy it and clearly like me to, too. My regular, frequent shagging is just
a dream after going  without for so long and that's all there is to all the 
relationships. I may a bit masculine in this, but I don't need any romantic 
complications to spoil my simple, selfish existence."

  "I've been thinking about it since I first saw you and Dave doing it, but
I don't know how you'd feel about me seeing your guys."

  "Go for your life," Monica chuckled warmly. "They're not mine. Most spend
their money and sexual desire at the nearby,  neighbourhood bordello around 
in Riley Street. You've got some real fans there; they keep asking when you
might cast off your inhibitions and see to their needs."

  "So I gathered," she giggled, blushing again. "It feels funny to know all
those guys want to get in your knickers. Flattering, I s'pose, but it makes
me feel so slutty to have them all lusting after me and 'specially with all
of them knowing that the whole crowd would be doing me regularly if I agree
to put out for them."

  "Don't complain,"  Monica told her. "You've got a ready made clientele; I
had no idea where I was going when I agreed to look after Dave or who among
these joggers might be interested. They're all 'out' there for you, all you 
have to do is say the word and spread your legs to make them happy. There's
no need to worry about being slutty either;  alone they'll treat you like a
lady."

  She went on to give Judy the details of her dealings with her clients, no 
ulterior motives on Monica's part, but suggesting that Judy could take over
the clientele while she visited her mother interstate, if she wanted to.

  "There's heaps to share between us," she told Judy. "Look, I'm not trying 
to talk you into anything,  I think you're already interested, but I'd love
to have a partner with whom I could talk about all this from a woman's view
point." 

  "Yeah, well, now that you've done it it doesn't seem like such a big deal
to get into it. I'd like to, but not until you're away, I want to try it on
my own. Tell them I'll be starting the day after you go."

  On the appointed day Judy left on her morning run with rubbery legs and a
knot of anticipation in her gut, but an hour later she was trotting back to
Monica's house  with both Dave and Ern who'd talked her into seeing to both
their needs that morning.

  They tossed a coin which Ern won first taste of her trim body, while Dave 
unlocked the back door to go in and make tea.  Ern lifted her easily to the
approved position on the timber table and pulled off her nether garments as
she removed her top before rolling a condom on to his huge, tumescent tool.
She had never seen a penis of that size close up before, but felt genuinely
excited at the challenge of accommodating something like that,  despite her
knowledge that size doesn't matter. At least there was some satisfaction in
discovering that for oneself.

  She had a moment of doubt bordering on panic when she felt his KY smeared 
knob pressing at the furry lips of her vulva.

  "Oh shit! What am I doing?" the thought, but as her pussy gave way to let
the great cock fill her unctuous sheath, her moments of uncertainty passed. 

  "Oh Jesus!" she cried aloud, "I can feel it's bigger."

  "Wait 'til you feel Dave's," he chuckled as he began sliding his penis in
and out of her tight hole.
 
  She wrapped her smooth, muscular legs around his hips, crossed her ankles 
in the cleft of his buttocks and gripped both shoulders hard as she rotated
and rolled her ample hips in response to his energetically thrusting pelvis.
He put his thumbs on her jiggling nipples and pressed while leaning forward
to tongue her mouth in a deep, mutual kiss, her fingers marking his skin in 
excitement.

  "Oh Christ," she gasped as she felt an urgent erotic tingling deep in her  
lower body. "Oh Jeez, I'm going to come."

  This information spurred Ern on to even greater effort, slamming his taut 
belly to her wet crotch with a lewd slapping sound until he stiffened as he
rammed deep and spoofed hugely. They continued to undulate their hips while
kissing and caressing  until the spasms of sexual bliss abated and normalcy
returned.

  "Tea's up," called Dave, clutching a tray with three steaming mugs, sugar 
and milk.

  Ern withdrew his cock from her drooling snatch with a low, slurping sound
and she jumped down to take the proffered mug of tea from Dave. She felt no
shame or self-consciousness as she stood there chatting about her first sex 
as a harlot in answer to Dave's inquiry. Ern knew she'd enjoyed herself and
hearing her say it pleased him while he felt even better at her declaration 
that she intended to go on with it for the forseeable future.

  Dave put two large bills with Ern's money left under a smooth river stone
on the bench. While Ern cleared the tea things away, Dave put her back upon 
the bench and his enormous member into her moist snatch, sliding it lustily 
in and out until they'd worked themselves into a wild lather of sexual heat.
Although he came before her it triggered her own orgasm, although not quite
as intense as her first that morning.

  She went inside to shower and sat around naked as she considered a future 
in prostitution in view of that morning's occurrences. It had all seemed to
be just a bit too easy, but she wasn't complaining as she'd made more money
in a few minutes than she usually found in her pay envelope each Thursday.

  That day produced three more clients and during Monica's absence she made
an intimate acquaintance with forty more guys, many of them more than once.
Some of her regular clients were sexually exciting to her while a number of 
the older men wanted just to lie there as she did all the work for a busier
screwing. All in all the good barely outnumbered the indifferent, but money
certainly helped her live with the disappointment of unsatisfactory sex and
anyway, a girl can always resort to diddling herself, can't she?

                                     *

  On Monica's return they shared the house and clients as they had only one
free day together because they were sharing the same day job due to cuts to
personnel. Things went well until a local council officer visited the house
while Judy was in.  Fortunately she was still in her street clothes because
somebody in the neighbourhood had complained that the place  was being used
as a brothel by two women.  This contravened the laws on the matter in that
only the resident could work as a prostitute in her house.  Friends weren't
permitted to help.

  Judy decided that she couldn't endanger her friend any further and ceased
work, despite Monica's saying that she didn't care about the risks and that 
she'd take the chance.    

  "They can't prove anything if they cant get in to see," she told Judy.

  It was soon after that when Judy approached me for a job in the house. It
was impossible for her to work from her flat as her mother called in almost
daily and her son had a couple of short days at high school,  always coming
home at these times. By coincidence Ern arrived a few minutes after her and 
confirmed what she'd told me. I was down to three ladies, including myself,
so she went to work imediately to demonstrate her good faith.

  When I peeped in I saw a woman making a real effort to at least appear to
be enjoying her work, although I'd have to say she was actually quite happy 
in her job. She worked for two or three days a week beyond that, fitting in 
well with the other ladies.

  Eventually I was approached by Monica as well.  She'd suffered the ignomy
of being caught out by the relief teacher who brought her ill daughter home
from school one day, her little girl not noticing, fortunately, but teacher
Davina obviously comprehending what her makeup and pegnoir added up to. Her
friend Judy had been trying to persuade her to join us as we needed another
woman with more days for work, so she came in for a trial period, but still
serviced the guys who wanted a sweaty fuck in the mornings.

  About a week after she'd joined us, Davina had approached her to pick her
brain on the subject of a second career as she wasn't getting nearly enough 
relief work to contribute  meaningfully to the mortgage she shared with her
husband. Monica explained her situation honestly, referring her to me as an
authorised person in the area of hiring and firing. 

  Davina was a lady of generous proportions, not fat, just big and firm and
more than just keen on sex. Apparently she'd been fairly promiscuous with a
number of male colleagues who'd caught her eye, but I didn't know that when
I took her on. She worked only a day a week, but due to her popularity soon
saw up to eight clients in that time, apparently very happy in her work. It 
was exciting to watch her at work as she attracted our 'youthful' or fitter  
clients and nothing was ever too much trouble for her, obviously enjoying a
new position or activity suggested by a guy.

  Her recruitment was a bonus in another area too. When the ladies from the 
hotel found more than enough work over there, Davina introduced a number of 
her female colleagues to the profession; a few trying it just the once, the
majority staying long enough to rectify their particular financial problems
and a few making it a longer term job as something they found either enjoy-
able or a tolerable manner of employment.  They all claimed to be single or 
divorced, I couldn't prove otherwise, but the pallid circles of skin around  
their ring fingers testified to something having been there until recently.

  Eventually, Judy took her son on a trip around the world during which she
met and married a very wealthy man who was taken with both her looks and an
unusually, for a woman, huge appetite for sex and an ability to go with it.
She was so conventionally genteel that he had no reason to suspect that her
past was anything else than normal or that her talent was other than inate.

  Ern and Dave wanted to marry Monica and Judy as they had no heirs, but as
the latter was no longer available they competed for her friend's affection
as well as her child bearing potential.  She flatly refused to marry either 
of them, but they persisted with the idea of her mothering a child for each
until she yielded to say she'd have one and, depending upon how she felt, a
second, perhaps. They had to sort out who would be the first father and Ern
won the toss.  

  To be sure that she was doing the right thing by everybody concerned, she 
asked the girls what they thought about the concept, being as honest as she
could  without disclosing the nature of her current relationship with them.
They were pleased about the prospect of a little sibling, they thought that
her motives were extremely altruistic,  but were concerned about their baby  
would be born out of wedlock.

  "But I don't love Ernie and he wouldn't live here,"  she explained. "He's
an old guy who's really set in his ways. He will visit though, often."

  "Don't you even love him a bit?" asked one.

  "You must, a bit, to make a baby with him," the other observed as she saw
that the secrets of procreation were no secret to them

  "I like him a lot, as a friend," she told them, touched at their concern.
"But we're not really husband and wife material."

  They agreed, but expressed the view that their mater ought to keep up her
appearances for the future child's sake,  not to mention possible damage to 
their reputations at school. That swung it for Monica, she then married Ern 
following his agreement to live apart and that the baby would be hers alone
to raise. 

  Well it doesn't just rain but it pours. Ern was paying her an unsolicited 
allowance of a thousand dollars per week which she couldn't spend entirely,
having paid off her mortgage. Claude then died leaving her a bequest of one
million bucks and similar trust amounts to the girls. 

  She missed her first period after setting out to get pregnant, but then a
very heavy flow at five weeks brought things back to square one, a clearing
of the plumbing, she decided, after so many years on the pill. Her next try
went to term, a handsome boy for Ern who was over the moon, before she went
on to produce a very loud son for Dave. The blokes often stay overnight for
their sons and the girls have live dollies to play with.