On we go!
Karen had agreed to come reluctantly, feeling both tired and unattractive as she approached the third trimester. Dan was used to assuring her she was gorgeous and had never been more attracted to her. This was no lie on his part and Karen had found herself, on occasion, the focus of much male attention; some courteous, most inappropriate. One priapic reveller in particular had leered openly at her bust while slurring that Dan was, "a jammy cunt!", and bemoaning the fact that she had lowered her standards enough to let "that scruffy fucker shoot his piss-weak spunk ino you!"
The night had ended on an even more sour note as it became obvious Dan was way too inebriated to drive home. Karen was forced to do the honours, pushing the seat back so she could accommodate her tumescence comfortably while still reaching the pedals.
Not a word was spoken on the drive home, Dan staring shamefacedly out the passenger window. As they negotiated the city centre, Dan pondered what they were doing, bringing a child into the world. They drove past prostitutes, junkies begging in doorwells, drunks lying in gutters, numerous arguments, and occasional brawls. The corrupt kinesis of a busy Saturday evening.
Wouldn't it be kinder to the planet to stay childless, to slowly but surely, erase the human race from the face of the planet?
Dan's thoughts were diverted from such misanthropic feelings as he glanced at Karen; his pessimism replaced by a surge of paternal affection for the child, his son, that she was carrying.
Rejecting his nihilism as a result of the alochol he had imbibed making him maudlin, Dan relaxed slightly. The relief evapourated swiftly as he caught Karen's eye, the returned gaze startling in its vehemence. She did not look ready to forgive him yet.
( Boss Keloid Got your mother's maiden name tattooed on my arm, Sun 6 Jul 2008, 18:11, Reply)