Page 10 of The Jackpot Screwer
“Pickle stealer?”
He was not laughing at me, was he?
He had a grin on his face, so yes, he was.
“I was thinking more a dirty rotten ball sack,” I snarled, moving closer to him, my hands curled into tight fists.
Carter looked at me like I was a toddler who needed to be brought down from a tantrum and that got me madder than a wet hen.
“If you really want to keep your balls, Carter,” I said pointing a finger in the region of his stupid, fertile bits and pieces. “I’d suggest that you shut your mouth and get out.”
“Ah c'mon Lollipop, don’t be like that. I’ve been reading a Dummy’s Guide to becoming a Dad and arguing isn’t good for the baby.”
“Not good for the baby,” I blasted. “You’re not good for my health, not just the baby’s.”
Carter sighed. “Please, Lollipop. Take a seat.”
Moving behind the reception counter, he pulled out the chair and ushered me toward it.
“No,” I screeched, so loud it hurt my ears.
“Lollipop, I-”
“What the hell is going on out here?”
“Oh God,” I groaned, dropping my head into my hands. “Mrs. Callahan, I forgot you were in there.”
“Shit, Mrs. Callahan,” Carter cried. “Your clothes.”
Lifting my head, I almost burst a blood vessel when I saw Mrs. Callahan standing with her hands on her hips wearing nothing but the paper panties that I'd given her to wear. Her wrinkly old titties were swinging free, almost reaching her belly button.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never seen a naked body, Carter Maples. Well, I know you have because of the conversation I just heard you yelling.” Mrs. Callahan shook her head. “Gotta say I’m shocked. You, a medical person, putting a bun in your girlfriend’s belly by accident.”
She took a step toward him and as her titties moved from side to side, Carter retched, slapping a hand over his eyes.
“Mrs. Callahan,” he groaned. “Your panties have... they’re kind of... oh shit.”
I looked down to see what he was talking about and sighed.
“Mrs. Callahan, do you want to go back to the treatment room?” I put an arm around her and attempted to guide her back. No one needed to see her cooch hanging out of her panties. “I’ll be with you soon to do your massage.”
“Ah stop your fussing. There’s nothing wrong with a naked woman, especially when she looks after herself.” She winked at me and nudged Carter with a bony elbow. “You know it, eh, Carter.”
Carter made a noise at the back of his throat and started moving toward the exit door.
“I think I should go, Lollipop.”
“Don’t go on my account.” Mrs. Callahan slid both her thumbs into the sides of the panties and readjusted them, tucking everything back inside. “There you go, the girls are back in the glory hole. You can open your eyes now.”
“Oh my God,” Carter whimpered.
“You need to remember one thing.” The old lady sighed. “You and that right hand of yours are going to get real acquainted when that babe is born. After squeezing it out, your damn appendage is the last thing this little lady will want near her flower garden.”
“Shit, someone help me.” Carter seemed to physically wither as Mrs. Callahan cackled out a laugh.
“As for you,” she continued, pointing at me. “Those perky titties of yours will look like tennis balls in socks, if you’re not careful. You need to do plenty of chest exercises; that’s what I did.”
She looked down at herself and gave a little self-satisfied smile.
