The Story Of Esther (18+++) - Season 1 - Episode 8

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The Story Of Esther (18+++) - Season 1 - Episode 8

So for nearly half an hour we both kept rehearsing various voice levels and types as she illustrated how best to combine and train one’s voice to a particular style! Kennedy was awake and in his pram, so our loud voices weren’t exactly hurting anything. In fact, little Kennedy equally giggled any time he found us laughing on top of our own voices, thus adding to the whole fun! It was all turning into one big surge of happiness and the fun didn’t stop with the voice thingy really. For even after getting tired of the obviously unnecessary rehearsals, we switched to other topics of discussion. We talked about Fredrick and what we missed about him most.

And then talked about Esther’s schooling plans and why it was very important for her to pass the entrance exam that was up-coming.

We also talked about my own plans to go back to my business which had suffered so much since the birth of Kennedy. But in all of these, I observed how we cleverly avoided mentioning movies or worse still, the bathroom incident from the previous night! We both totally talked on as though it never happened! And how relaxed did that initially make me feel!
However, the earliest indication of a return to type did prop its head when my baby began crying unexpectedly, mid-way into our chitchat.

It was easily obvious what the problem was – hunger. After all, since we both woke up, he was yet to have b0s0m milk and I was equally suffering from the discomforting weight of very full jugs! They had become so full now that they hurt and both didn’t fail to endlessly leak b0s0m milk onto my blouse!
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But as soon as I mentioned that I wanted to breastfeed the baby to Esther, her countenance unexpectedly changed kind of! Not only did she make this weird but equally funny face, she also basically went soft! She picked up Kennedy from the pram though, and began bringing him to me while I unbuttoned my blouse to free my milk-swollen right b0s0m! My blouse and body was a mess, and I could imagine I smelt like a lactating cow most likely. When Esther handed me Kennedy, she began walking away from the living room!
“Are you leaving me alone here?” I immediately asked her, a bit surprised she was walking away. “Or are you going to come back?”
She paused and turned, but noticeably avoided looking at me in the face. “Ehm…I just want to give you room to breastfeed the baby, ma.”
“Room?” I then asked again teasingly, watching her eyes move to my exposed right b0s0m, “I don’t need any room young woman.”
She grinned, and began walking back to the sofa where she had been sitting. She gave my b0s0m one more glance, then looked away.

While I saw that, I pretended like I didn’t though.

I was kinda assuming she was likely being fascinated by the idea of being a mother, although I wasn’t sure how she hopes to do that if she kept on preferring women over men.

I wasn’t trying to judge her based on the ‘ugly’ experience from the previous night, but the truth remains that she would need a J0yst!ck to have her baby. In 1999 at least. Wasn’t sure if that could change in 10 to 15 years time though.