Pregnant Neighbors Hidden Agenda and Unspoken Desires In the morning, as I walked to the garage, I found Morgan already waiting for me at the door. She was dressed much as she had been the previous evening, in a short skirt and a top. The tight, tanned skin of her swollen belly peeked out of the small gap between her top and waistband of her skirt. The curve of her stomach pushed the waistband down so it sat almost under her bump, as if to support her stomach. As we drove towards the city, we chatted about nothing in particular. Then, out of the blue, she said, "So you like pregnant women? You've been much more chatty since I started to show!" I couldn't be sure whether she was teasing me, or whether she was serious. I felt my face redden slightly, which probably gave the game away. I guess I hadn't been as subtle as I thought with my backyard chats. Morgan continued, "I know some guys like a pregnant woman. That's one of the reasons I keep wearing my wedding ring, even though I'm getting a divorce." "I'm sorry you getting a divorce," I said, because it seemed the right thing to say. "It's ironic really. I found out I was pregnant after the divorce was filed. Her words surprised me and we drove on in silence for a few minutes. Then, changing tack, Morgan asked, "Do you want to come over for a swim tonight? …the next moment changed everything
