The Shoplifter Chapter Four - Sex Stories

The Shoplifter Chapter Four

... He walked out and the nurse took over to facilitate my getting to over to the imagery department. It took the better part of an hour to complete the ultrasound and get back to the examination room, but once back, the doctor came in shortly with the results in his hand. The ultrasound confirmed I was carrying a very healthy fetus, which was very large considering the conception date that was entered on my record. My heart jumped as the Doctor turned the viewgraph so I could see the development of my baby. The Doctor smiled, but I could not look at it. He turned it away and gave me a summary sentence, “You are twelve weeks along and everything looked good.” “Do you have questions?” I was stunned into silence. There were so many things, so many questions, but not one that I could get out of my mouth. With that the Doctor started to wrap things up. He indicated I would have a final conversation with his nurse and he opened the door. I was finished with the examination. In his outer office I was given a sheet of release papers that dealt with taking care of me and the pregnancy…a full page on confidentiality…and a very small sheet on options. I was panicked. The summary was I was healthy, pregnant, and out the door. It appeared the only thought they all entertained was strictly that I was going to be a mother. Then almost as an afterthought, the doctor reappeared at the door to the examination room and asked me to come back in for a moment. He shut the door and turned toward ...

... me. “I almost forgot to mention, if termination is your desire after a conversation with the father, it might be still possible. You are right to the very limit.” I turned back into the outer office. A strange complex feeling passed through me. I sat down as my head spun. It was here. This was the biggest decision of my life; school, family, friends, and a normal life on one side—those interracial babies at the mall on the other. I sweat through the options for about ten minutes and then had a frank conversation with the nurse. She was blunt about my next step. I left the hospital about noon and went directly across the street to the woman’s health clinic as she directed. My decision had been made. I could not just think about myself and the baby, I had to consider how an interracial pregnancy would kill my parents. Socially it would be a disaster for them. I was so important to them. I was an only child and this would be their grandchild, and the center of their life. The WHC was brim full of business…it always is in late August I guess. After endless waiting and conversations behind the desk, they were able to squeeze me into a Friday appointment next week. It was there only opening and actually the very last day they could legally terminate me. What good luck. I went to a small cubical and met with a young female clerk to work out the details for my appointment. A sheet of instructions for next Thursday, an appointment slip for Friday, and I was out the door. Wow I cannot ...