Anna walked purposefully with the filled crate of cut wood and placed it upon the back deck. Removing her boots, she entered the den and hung up her hat and coat. The aroma of the banana bread baking, tickled her nostrils. "MMM, time to check on that." she thought. There sitting at her kitchen table, cup of tea in hand, was Audrey. "How did you??? Hiiiiiii!" Anna squealed. "Merry Christmas, little one..." she whispered as the two friends embraced. Audrey was dressed in jeans and a wild gauze shirt, braless, as usual and the dangling earrings sounded like wind chimes against her ear.

Anna broke the hug and looked at her friend quizzically, "I'm thinking you are going to tell me to pack up for another adventure and you KNOW I can't just waltz out of here." She was wrong, the adventure had already taken place and she had been left out.

It had been a year since their last foray into the dark and secret side of the city. And over that time, Audrey came and went like a breeze, disappearing for weeks on end and then reappearing like she'd never been gone.

"No, little one," and she lowered her gaze, her long honey locks touching the tablecloth, the beads and ribbons shaking.. "I must tell you something." Anna's back went stiff and her knees began to buckle underneath her. Her sense was, that whatever she was going to be told, was not going to please her.

Her instant reaction was to reach for the potholder and open the oven to check the bread, shutting down Audrey entirely. She removed the bread, and set it to cool on the rack. "This is not a good time, I see," Audrey sensed her unease and other things.

Anna turned to her. "Audrey, Gaston's fussy. He's teething and if it's what I even dare think, I'm not ready to hear it."

"How IS our little pirate?" Audrey perked up. "He's napping, but not for long." " He wants to nurse all the time, but those eyes and that incredible face, I just go weak." Anna glowed in the love she showered onto that child. She would sing to him and read to him, tales of adventure on the high seas and the Velveteen Rabbit and he would kick his little feet in the warmth of her surrounding him with her melodious voice.

Audrey couldn't help but take notice of the full breasts her friend had sprouted. The dream to lactate again had come true, but not in the way that Anna had expected. Anna's turtleneck would give easy access for the "bebe" to nurse at will. "When she nurses that baby, it is natural and sexy all at once," thought Audrey. Audrey enjoyed that Anna looked so sensuous even in the simplest of attire and was not even aware of her subtle allure.

The pregnancy had been tiring and difficult - trying to work, manage a home and only the support of family and a few friends. Soon after she found herself pregnant, she cut her ties with him, knowing he did not want a child or her at this stage. She didn't even have to offer him a reason. She should have known he would bolt, find another compliant bored housewife type. He was satisfied with her explanation that the friendship had run the course.

He was off in the Caribbean growing his business and she knew it was best just to end it there and then. She read about him in the newspapers on-line. She missed him as she would a limb. He had become so much a part of her and their deep sharing was almost spiritual. His pictures still graced her bureau and she would run a finger over his bearded face and wish it weren't so.

"Well, I must see him before I go." insisted Audrey. "Of course! You delivered him! He'll be awake soon." "Little one, let's sit, we must talk." Audrey took her elbow and led her to the couch. Anna began to finger the nape hair again, in her nervous way. "So, how are the customers doin?" Anna asked. "Enough!" "You know who you are talking to -- we must not waste time on idle chatter." Once again, Anna was chided.

She took her friend's hand and took time to lock into her eyes. "Anna, something has happened and I must tell you everything." Anna took the clue... "YOU SAW HIM - YOU MET HIM ---Oh my God, does he know??" Anna was frantic and got up to pace, her face all at once gone ashen. The wail of a child broke the stand-off.

Scooped in her arms, little Gaston was already latched onto his mama and suckling away, making small slurping noises, as she patted his bottom. Anna took a seat next to Audrey and settled into the pillows to support her back. Anna talked to the baby as she looked into his eyes. His other hand was tapping at the breast unused, making it leak and drip. Anna was nonplussed by this and kept talking to him about their day.

Audrey could see that Anna was more relaxed and concentrating on feeding this beautiful child at her breast. "Anna, he has grown SO much. Look at his face, he is a peaceful one." "Yeah, except at 4:00 a.m." Audrey ran a finger down the baby's jaw, catching a fingerful of milk that had dribbled and put it to her lips. She stopped at his chin.

She recalled her own encounter with this child's father and the way their jaws were similarly set. The quietness settled in as Audrey was recalling how he had suckled her breasts mercilessly, made her feel alive again, how she traced every inch of him, with her mouth, her long fingers, her hair, making it a memory to be etched in her mind forever. How he used his tongue to do incredible things to her aging body, remembering what it was to be 18 again and a virgin, never bored with the time it took for her to be pleasured.

Audrey was feeling wet and guilt at the same time. They had been destined to be lovers, and that one night was all there was and all there would be. Looking again at that little face, it was his. The nose, the eyes and the jaw, except he had her wavy locks. It was him. How could she reveal - divulge when she knew this dear friend loved him and wanted him and ached for him and would live with silence, rather than his unhappiness.

Audrey knew it wasn't time to share the story, the encounter, the event that would reshape the lives of these lovers. And so they coo'd over their little pirate and Audrey burped him and chanted to him and swaddled him tightly in her barren embrace, thinking of the father and how she loved him that one night and meshed with his psyche like no other she had been with and the gift that now lay unbestowed to the woman to whom it belonged

After a while, she gave the "bebe" back to his mother, knowing she should leave and reconnect another time. She rose up and said, “My two dear little ones, have a restful night. I love you both." There were tears in Audrey's eyes, brimming over. "We love ya, back, “said Anna affectionately. Audrey gently kissed Gaston's forehead and let him curl his hand around her forefinger, the one she had used to trace his father's nipples, neck, balls and cock... Memories... She had to exit quickly, lest she reveal more than her friend could handle tonight. "I'll call you." "Ok, thanks for coming by." "g'night, Audrey." Audrey turned back quickly and kissed Anna full on the lips. Anna was stunned. "I love you, little one. You are precious. Good night."

Anna bundled the baby and set him in his crib, remembering to turn on the "Miracles" tape that would soothe him gently into a deep slumber. She kissed him gently on the cheek. "Sweet dreams, little pirate. New adventures await you tomorrow."

In the bathroom, she undressed, facing herself in the long mirror. Nothing was hidden. She loved how swollen and large her breasts had become and kneaded them, the way "he" used to until a squirt of milk emanated. Her belly was still rounded from the birth of Gaston, but pleasing. She would dream of him tonight and send him her thoughts, hoping he would somehow hear her and know how deeply she loved him and missed him.

Her lower belly began to twinge with the familiar need for him to fill her and as she touched herself, the warmth of his echoing desire for her to cum for him set her into desperate stroking to ease her loneliness. She gasped and shook as her crisis became unbearable. Her thighs shuddered as her fingers acted as phallus and tongue thrasher, urging her to spout the thick liquid that was her love juice....."Oh god," she purred as the heat lingered and slowly fell away.

She cuddled up on "his side" and tried to drift off. Audrey's words earlier had made her uncomfortable, along with that kiss she planted on Anna's lips. She wanted to thrust the underlying current aside. Deep down she understood. They had finally met and something happened between them. Part of her wanted to know, but the recesses of her heart, told her that once she knew, it might always be a triangle. The timeless souls and she.

"He must be back in the States," she thought to herself. "No one ever told me." "Guess I wasn't meant to know." But Audrey had found him. They found each other like a compass points to true north. In her restlessness, she sought the other side of the bed just to make a point to "nobody". "I'll have to hear it, so why wait," she thought. "I'll call her tomorrow and finally find out the truth." She kissed his picture on her nightstand. "Find me, captain, find me again." and she drifted off to sleep.

The spiritwomon's drive home was filled with holy chanting. She could not revisit the look on her friend's face that was filled with shock, knowing and fear.

Entering her apartment, she ceremoniously lit the pillars and tealights and eased into her corner chair. She closed her eyes and tuned into her second vision. The little ones were sleeping and he was with a group of men, in deep discussion. She broke the contact and focused on what had transpired that sacred and dangerous night.

It was a Wednesday evening and Audrey had wanted to listen to some jazz and sip some tequila. Her favorite haunt on Orange Street would do just fine. She was bejeweled and colorful that night in native fashion, her eyes flashing with mischief. Her normal table was taken, and so she had to be seated at one closest to the bar.

Her hips were moving to the smooth sound of a wailing saxophone when "he" sauntered in. Her palms began to itch and it was a millisecond before she caught his eye. He ordered a glass of the finest merlot, sniffed it, swirled it for color and drank deeply and again looked back at her. There was deliberate instant recognition. Two ancient souls - face to face - and just a nod from him and a lifted glass, as if a toast. She knew that he was nervous because up until then, only soul talk had passed between them, through Anna and her own mind-melding with him.

She could sense when he and Anna were making love. The intensity and passion with which they pleasured one another would make her happy for her friend, but she also experienced the guilt of voyeurism. They could be a hundred miles away, or nearby, and she would sense them in wanton abandon perilously driving each other to the edge.

When Anna was pregnant and cut off the relationship, Audrey was there, picking up the pieces and encouraging her. When her water broke early that morning, Audrey brought her bag. She bathed Anna in warm water, rubbed her back, chanted and lit incense to make the birth of this baby pleasurable and gentle. She kneaded Anna's vagina to soothe the baby's head out in a natural way. With soft music playing, his shoulders and body slipped out. Right away, he was swaddled and put to her breast while Audrey delivered the placenta and encouraged Anna's endorphins to take her into the realm of goddess and ecstasy. She named him "Gaston" after "his" birthplace and they had a little welcome prayer and ceremony to honor this new life.

He walked over to her and extended his hand. "Hello, I'm Garrett." "We know each other, don't we?" "Yes, we do. My name is Audrey." His mouth fell open and he nearly dropped his glass. She clasped his hand tighter. "You are spiritwomon?" he blurted. "Yes, my friend, I am." "Can I join you -- are you expecting someone?" he asked, his eyes pleading to be heard.. "Of course, please." and she motioned to the chair beside her. The dance had begun...

He never mentioned Anna in the conversation. They chit-chatted until she revealed to him of a past life as a navy sea captain, in a boat that was sinking with a large crew. He had managed to salvage the boat and get it safely back to port. He was medaled, lauded and given his own fleet. He was mesmerized as she told the story, her eyes glittering in the candlelight. He wouldn't let go of her hand, and the jazz playing in the background added to the sensuousness of their tete-a-tete. Garrett was turned on by her strong hands, the multi-colored eyes and the feel of her gown. She was a glittering temptress, a spirit to be reckoned with. He knew he needed to have her and give it all up to her.

She felt herself getting caught up in him and those eyes. Audrey let her fingers run up his thigh. She could feel him growing hard in his khakis and knew where this was leading. His leanings and fascination with castration were on his lips, waiting to be spilled and finalized. She knew this and so she brought up the topic with hopefulness and willingness.

Bluntly, she asked, "Do you still have your balls?" He cleared his throat taken aback by her candor. "Yes, but still considering the surgery," he replied. "I will do it for you Garrett, but only tonight," she offered. He was so intoxicated with her that it barely took him a minute to agree. She crooked her finger at him, "But first, we must dance." He offered his hand to her and they walked to the dance floor. Slowly and sensuously he glided her across the floor, feeling the wonder of her slight, yet strong frame. His hands held her hips and they grinded together to the beat of the music.

Audrey was elated with the feelings that were coursing through her, as if to tell her that this was familiar and beautiful and the release she so needed and desired. They danced until 11, never leaving the floor, studying one another, feeling each other's hearts beat and touching in an intimate, but knowing way.

He stood back and broke the holding. He leaned into her ear and whispered, "I must have you, Audrey, right now, and then you can take my balls - this night." Audrey's raging sexuality took over and while he paid the tab, she grabbed her purse and offered a prayer to the heavens that this was the right thing.

They drove to her apartment a few blocks away and walked up the stairs to the third floor. He reveled in the swish of her fabric and the beautiful view from behind. As she opened the door, a wreath of musky incense filled his head. It was just as he had pictured it, as he surveyed spiritwomon's abode. She lit candles - no lamps and the room lit up. A tinkling of water flowed from a font at a corner altar she had set up.

He grasped her waist from behind and pulled her close to him. Their eyes searched each other and no words needed to be spoken. They were communicating in their souls - brought together by the universe to culminate their past together.

She led him through the beaded purple and green curtain separating the living area and her bedroom. The queen-sized bed was covered in jeweled pillows and silk. She stopped to light some incense and candles. He was silent but strode toward her and began to undress her -- kissing her ear, her long neck and moving down as he revealed each part. She put a long finger in his mouth and he began to suck on it and feather kiss it with his tongue. It seemed like an eternity that he spent acknowledging every inch of her above the waist. Molding and suckling her breasts, pinching them with his heavy fingers. Her dress removed, she was fully naked in front of him, never feeling anything less than the powerful spiritwomon.

Garrett moved her to the bed and pulled down the covers. She began to unbutton his shirt and remove the belt from his pants. The heat emanating from his body was like a smoldering fire and she didn't want to put it out.

Her hair was running over his face and chest as she touched him with her hands. The very ends of her hair felt like there were electric currents between the two. They kissed deeply and drank each other’s tongues and saliva. "God, you are so beautiful and such the temptress. Let me see your wet slit." She straddled his thighs and opened her legs to reveal a very golden and manicured triangle. He could see how swollen her lips were and the dew of arousal glistened in the candlelight. He ran his fingers along her slit and moaned as he grew harder with the sight of her. He took his time, parting the lips, fingering them lightly and then with urgency. He popped up the hood to reveal a generous clit that was now so deeply colored with the rush of blood. "I want to taste you, Audrey, come here," as he motioned to his awaiting tongue.

She realized that now she was under his spell and like a panther, crawled to bring her oozing oven to his face. She pulled at her breasts as he began to lick her and suck her clit, moving in a circular motion and side to side. She groaned deeply, feeling like she couldn't quite reach an orgasm, but he continued to probe with his tongue and mouth, finding a spot that made her begin to tense and he kept at it. His tongue ventured inside her and the musky taste was not like any other. Garrett wanted to die with the deliciousness of her on his lips. Audrey was pulsing and clasping his face with her upper thighs feeling at last like she would cum... She let herself float and let it happen, and as she did, he sensed her getting close. He worked her harder and harder, rubbing her ass and runninng his fingers along her arching back. It was all becoming too much and she finally let out a deep and low moan, that eased into a high pitched scream of release....

She shook as the cum squirted from her deepest recesses and he lapped it up, wanting more and her second orgasm was on it's way. Afterward he stroked her breasts and suckled them till they brought forth a small bit of cream. He was murmuring to her how much he loved her breasts and the taste of her. Garrett was leaking and she could feel the drips as they fell onto her belly. He toyed with her beaded hair, feeling its matted braids that seemed to go on forever. The touch of the beads to his naked skin was like an endless strand of pearls being rubbed into him. He was ready for her to sit on his cock. He wanted so badly for her to rock him.

Audrey turned to him. "I want you to sit my cock, Audrey, please, now." he pleaded. "I'm not going to do that, my ancient seafarer," she answered. "I will take you in my mouth, but that is all," she continued. I will not break the sacred friendship by doing that." her eyes blazing into his. Garrett understood but was disappointed. It was the first time he thought of Anna in a while. Her faint memory began to play like a motion picture in his brain.

Audrey spread his legs and sat looking at his hardened cock, inviting her to a banquet of lust and fullness. "Do you still want me to take your balls, seafarer?" she asked in her sultry voice. "Yes, yes, I agreed tonight." he answered her, his leaking cock pleading to be sucked and stroked. "Then we will do this." "I'm going to milk you and suck every bit of cum out of you and then, we shall remove your balls." She set her lips to him and the jolt of her mouth on him was almost more than he could stand.

She stopped and spoke. "Your balls -- to whom do they belong?" He answered right away, "To you, to you spiritwomon. They are yours." She licked them and sucked them as her hand stroked his cock. His hands pulled at her hair and down her neck. She stopped again. "They are not mine, Garrett." "They belong to someone else. A promise was made." "I will not do this, if you cannot keep a promise, even if it were made a long time ago." She resumed her licking and stroking, harder and faster, taking time to kiss his inner thigh and worship the backs of his knees with her taloned nails.

Garrett was in a dreamlike state. He began to recall, the heart shaped jar she gave him on a Christmas morning, along with the surgical gloves. The stories she wrote about castrating him, and finally the promise, that whoever would do it to him, his balls would always be hers......God, it seemed like eons ago that they were together and soon after Audrey would call, sensing they had eclipsed for hours. He saw her face as Audrey was bringing him close to the last orgasm he might ever experience. Mostly he remembered her deep green eyes as they parted for the last time. She never needed to speak, as her eyes were the dictionary.

Audrey worked his cock with enthusiasm and passion, enjoying the feel and taste of it. She could tell he was elsewhere, flashing back to the woman who had supported his choice and little did he know, there was a child involved.

Audrey began to take another venue and began to suck and lick him the way Anna would have. He noticed the change in texture right away and had to open his eyes to look down to see that it was Audrey taking him full her mouth. Audrey began to moan in a different tone and her clit rubbed his thigh..... "Oh God," he thought "it's both of them now...." "Oh, I'm gonna cum,, its close, mmmmm, watch me, stroke me." "Garrett, I'm going to milk your cock so hard that you'll never forget it or get over it, " she purred to him. His body was tensing and his fingers pulled at his groin in expectation. Audrey was moaning to as she came closer to her own orgasm as she rubbed harder against his thigh. In their ancient togetherness, they came, long and lasting, the euphoric feeling one has at the reaching the top of a mountain, lack of oxygen and heady. They swirled in the feeling as she swallowed his cum and she sprayed his thigh with thickness. The climb back down was slow and they both never wanted the melding to end...........

Audrey settled into the crook of his arm and placed her hand over his heavily beating heart, urging it to calm and slow. He felt his breathing change and the spasms in his thighs begin to quiet. She stroked his face and jaw and neck like a feather. The ripples were going through him from head to toe. Slowly, she traced all of his body, moving down and relaxing him at each part, making little calming circles. He was drifting, his eyes fluttering. She made the picture in her mind of his beautiful body, his expert love-making and passionate kissing and touching. Yes, Anna was right. There was no one like him..... She chanted lowly thanking the universe for this time, this one time and the change that would now come to the relationship of the three... "We are are own little trinity", she thought and blessed this man for giving her the best sexual encounter in her many lives.

As he napped, she went to get her bag to finish what had begun so long ago........

Audrey went to retrieve her bag, but fell before her altar, giving thanks and asking for the healing hands to do what what must be......."Lover of us all, give me the strength and the compassion to make this holy sacrifice, one that will be acceptable to you." "Bless the man who has come to me, the child that he knows not of, and the woman who loves him." She bowed her head low, her beaded braids, touching the floor. "Make us all one in your love and your divine plan." She rose and walked to the bedroom.

There she gave him filtered water and 10 mg. of valium. "Garrett, I must ask you, once again, that this is what you want and desire." "Please answer me." Garrett was still groggy from the love-making and answered a whispered. "Yes." The valium took time to take effect. In the meantime, Audrey injected his balls with a syringe. He winced a bit at the coldness and prickle. All the while, Audrey chanted as she blessed him, and held her hands above him, whisking away any negative vibrations she encountered.

The tray was prepared with gauze, her scalpel and sutures to demasculate him. She viewed with lust and longing, the balls that had provided her with an incredible few orgasms, as well as the cock that she fed on and filled her with cum and an orgasm she could not forget.

"Garrett, Garrett", she urged him, Are you ready??", "Yes, please, I am." Audrey moved close to his face and kissed his lips. "Garrett, this is for me, for Anna and for Gaston." Garrett was groggy. His mind was playing tricks, "me, Anna and Gaston." His neck craned, "Audrey, who is "Gaston"?" Audrey looked deep into his azure eyes and locked them with hers. "Garrett, you have a son." "Gaston is your son. He is 3 months old." Garrett was astonished and sat up upon the bed. "Come here, Audrey and please tell me before we begin." The valium was taking effect and Garrett was not totally in control.. Audrey lay down beside him, holding his hands...

"Garrett, Anna gave birth three months ago." "When she found out she was pregnant, she realized that you would not want her or the burden of a child." "And so, like you will tonight, she made the sacrifice, to live her life in silence without you, rather than let you make a choice." "Oh my God," was Garrett's response. "She never told me, I would have helped her."

Audrey stroked his forehead. "Garrett. She is well, healthy and doing wonderful things." "She loves you, but accepts your silence." "I am here because you wish to be castrated and so we will do that now." "The rest is up to you."

"What does he look like?" Garrett questioned. "Garrett," said Audrey, as she ran her fingers down along his face, "he is the picture of you, but with wavy hair." Garrett, thought in his mind and recalled his baby picture and her wavy red hair. "Enough now, we must move to make you the eunuch you so desire to be." said Audrey.

"I am going to begin to cut and remove your balls. Let me know if you become uncomfortable, or need assistance." Garrett was unresponsive, mulling over the incredible words that made him a "father". "Garrett, I am going to begin." Audrey moved to his pouch, and began to make the incisions. Garrettt gave no murmur. There was a silence as she began the surgery that would give him the gift he so desired.

Audrey's chanting was soothing and melodious to Garrett. Soft and comforting pads lay underneath him and a warm blanket covered his chest.

The valium and the voice were taking him deeper and he began to revisit the past. He loved a conquest but had little desire to hold on to what he had conquered because holding on to someone entailed being held in return. Once he had mastered a new woman, she lost value and became a liability. To ensure that erotic friendship never grew into the aggression of love, he would meet all of his long-term mistresses only at intervals. He considered this method flawless and propagated it among his friends. Recalling his own words, "The important thing is to abide by the rule of threes. Either you see a woman three times in quick succession and then never again, or you maintain relations over the years, but make sure that the rendezvous are at least three weeks apart."

It were as if he were surrounded by the many faces of the women who loved him, they were all here for the celebration of his castration. He looked right and left and above him. As in the communion of saints, they smiled at him, always still loving him and longing for his liberty and relief from the mental anguish and torment of the patterns of his desire. He held out to these women an invitation to a second childhood in which pleasure is there for the taking without consequences or obligation .As he looked to each one, he remembered a particular time in their thrilling affair.

Audrey's blessed hands were busy recreating Garrett. She cut methodically but with love and a sense of generosity. " He would still be a man of great beauty, just tamer." she thought. She had called to the spirits to surround him with past lovers so he could experience a sense of oneness with them enmasse. Audrey glanced at his cock. It was stiff from the reverie in which he was dancing with the multitude.

Gradually, she removed the left testicle from the sac and plyed the area with heavy packing. She held it up in her hand and walked to his side. "Ancient Seafarer, I give you one of two." Garrett looked at it with amazement. He took in the color and size, his fingertips grazing it lightly. He was halfway there. He looked at Audrey and she at him. "Shall I continue?" she asked. "Yes," he answered. She placed the one ball on a silver tray and moved to continue the surgery. His cock was still hardened and Audrey forgave herself for so wanting to once again take him in her mouth.

Garrett sensed her desire. "Please, Audrey, if you want to, I'd enjoy that." She could not help herself. She walked to his side and onto the bed, her mouth almost watering with the urge to suck him dry. He took her head and pushed it down, her open mouth enveloping him once again. "mmm, that's it, Audrey, suck it hard, take me all the way inside your mouth." he whispered. Audrey was mewing with the sensations filling her once again. Plagued by the desire to please him and herself. They were exclusive and erotically charged, her gloved hands, gliding over him. He was caught up in the mystery of himself. He had chosen her to be in his audience. She was now the doctor and patient. She stroked him harder with her mouth and tongue, feeling the throbbing inside her and knowing he was close to release. She increased the pressure and worked his cock until she felt the trembling around his groin.."Oh God, Audrey, I'm gonna cum.....yeah, oooo." He began to spasm and large spurts flowed into her throat and ran like honey. She kissed his cock and licked it clean. Without another word, she removed her gloves and left to rewash her hands.

Garrett was slowly coming down from his own erotic adventure when she spoke to him. "I'm going to now remove the right testicle, Garrett." "Please let me know if you experience any pain." She began to cut into the sac, carefully making the incision. As she worked, he watched her face, her eyes, her hair, making mental notes of this incredible woman. It took time to cut through the tissue before she could remove the testicle. At last it was free and she glided his ball gently from the sac. With a final cut, it was released. She held it up for him to see. He nodded and she placed it on the tray with the left one. He was elated. It was done. He was now the libertine - the freed slave.

Audrey plyed the area once again with heavy gauze and checked for any bleeders or ends. The chanting began as she sewed him up, using the clear sutures that would disintegrate. The area looked clean and healthy. She would sew him up tightly so that the sac would not look unbecoming. After an hour, she was finished. She removed her gloves and gave him a glance. "Garrett, it is done." "Would you like to see?" She pulled a mirror out and he was able to see the area that once held his precious manhood. A smile came to his face. "Thank you, Audrey." He handed the mirror back to her. She filled a jade jar with liquid and placed his balls inside. She brought it to Garrett. "A promise was made and I shall keep it for you." He looked to her and to the jar, knowing that she would give it to Anna at some point. "They belong to her, Audrey. Please give them to her." "I will do that at the proper time, " Audrey responded.

Audrey reached for the pitcher of cold water and offered him a glass with another 10 mg. of valium. "I want you to take this, Garrett so you can sleep and rest." "I will stay with you through the nightt." He drank and swallowed the tablet and closed his eyes. Audrey removed her scrubs and put them in a trash bag. She settled in close to his warm body and covered him with a soft chenille throw.

All through the hours she checked on him, inspecting her work and seeing that there were no complications. He snored lightly and twitched a bit. She woke him once to urinate in a container. Audrey understood that after these events, things would never be the same for any of them. She knew that she loved him too, but she would have to keep her distance. He now knew that he had fathered a child. It would be up to him to decide how he would handle it and Audrey had to tell her dear friend that she had castrated Garrett and made love with him.

She woke Garrett the next morning, once again inspecting her work. He was very excited - his first day as a eunuch. They ate breakfast together with very little talk. She sponge-bathed the area and gave him time to dress. It was now time to say goodbye and her eyes were misty. "Garrett, I wish you well. I hope you find happiness and peace." "Thank you, Audrey -- for everything." He kissed her mouth with gentleness and held her hands in his. Garrett looked at her. "I have a question for you.." "I will answer if I can," she replied.

Garrett left the apartment and got into his car. He drove about a half hour to a local park. He spotted the walking path and waited. Early risers were jogging and power-walking. He pulled out a pair of binoculars from the back seat and surveyed the area. Sure enough, he saw her pushing an umbrella stroller. He focused on the baby. He was bundled in a blue snowsuit. He could make out the cherub's face and eyes. If there were ever a doubt, it was dismissed. The child was his. A tear ran from Garrett's eye. He whispered, "Hello, Gaston. I'm your father." He put down the binoculars and wiped his eyes. He watched them until they were out of sight. He turned the key in the ignition, put it into gear and drove into his single life.