But instead of theusual yolk and albumen, George saw a fully-formed chick emerge from theshell. Surprised as he was, he was even more startled at what... happenednext."Hello, George. I am the Easter Chickie." Whaa?" George replied."Well, I'm the Easter bunny's assistant. Every year, I seek out a needysoul who has the Easter spirit and grant him a wish." That's stupid," George complained. "I never heard of an Easter Chickiebefore, and I sure don't think you can grant wishes." Well," the Chickie. She is only taking me half way in. Susan doesn’t seem very experienced.”“Then teach her how to do it. Hold her head and push it down her throat. Make sure you pull back each time to allow her to breathe.”“She’ll puke on me.”“Try it and see. If she is excited she should be OK.”I took hold of her head and thrust down her throat. I felt her reflux response and pulled back. Up till then, her eyes had been closed but now they were wide open. I heard her mumble something.“What was that?”“I said, try. They needed to study each other's soul to know what to do. The only answer was a warm hug. He kissed her high forehead, relishing the smooth pale skin there. She kissed his and relished the more rough skin he had. She went to her bed and slept, and he slept on Jane's bed, which for the past two months every other night had become his.The next night they were fucking better than ever. Despite the life inside her not having grown much, he was fascinated by her pregnant body. Their child was. The previous night and that morning were heavenly - getting to know each other in a way that neither thought possible. As they break for air, a look of slight concern crosses over Susie's face. Matthew gently tilts her chin up to meet her gaze, causing her to bite her lip. "Hey, you okay?" he whispers, his knuckles stroking her cheek. "Uh-huh," she murmurs, but the truth is that she had just slept with someone who had a reputation. They both said that they love each other, but did he mean it?.