Female Inflation

My friend that I worked quite closely with (on a particular web site) gave me a jingle and asked me if I'd be interested in coming by for dinner and a dip in the pool. I loved eating and definitely loved swimming and floating around in the water (it was an easy thing for me to do for two obvious reasons). I told him I'd be there.

Later that afternoon I arrived at his place, said hello to his wonderful better-half and we proceeded in having a scrumptious meal: bbq burgers, beans, my fave rippled chips and a big fat crispy kosher pickle.

Jen lay back on her bed, trying to remember the dream she had been having before her alarm woke her up. It was beginning to fade, but she could still remember the major parts. She was lying somewhere, maybe a beach? Maybe at home…it was fading fast. She remembered having a large belly, sticking out above of her, as she was lying down. Then it was gone, all she could remember was that she had a dream, and the vagueness about what it was, but that was it. She sighed, closed her eyes, trying to will the dream back into being, but nothing.