The screen was blurred by tears. Amateur porn “Oh wait, I do feel one more in there but it’s across the membrane or whatever. You know it’s an embarrassing moment when you close your eyes and try to imagine yourself at the gynecologist during a particularly invasive procedure. The theater staff must have bought the limping preggo act. The girl was fighting the urge to close her legs with every fiber of her being. This number was based on the concentration of sore spots in her abdomen and some still-visible cylindrical bulges protruding from her usually flat belly. At the same time as the lock clicks, a Mountain Dew can falls out of the bottom of her dress and sticks the landing on the asphalt with a clang. She could only hear the steady high-pitch whine coming out of her nose. Would anyone believe that a woman nine months pregnant (with two hundred aluminum babies) would decide to wear a sexy dress bursting at the seams over a belly so heavy she needed to use her arms to carry it forward? There was a handful of people other than the social committee there, chatting about what they expected of the movie tonight before heading home for a couple of hours.
