cheryl is a rescue girl. she was battered by her ex-husb for failing in her female role of providing him with children. she was accused of taking birth control pills (bcps) under strict orders for her not to.
she didn't. It's that she's infertile.
So the idiot would beat her for disobeying him. No matter how many tests, she always "fixed" it with the doctors so that it'd come back that she's infertile when he "really knew the score" that she was sneaking bcps.
she was lost for 6 months after his arrest. she got a job as an office manager (her first job) and loved it. she was invited to a party and was really anxious NOT to go, but was talked into it by the hostess. I happened to also know the hostess and was invited to the same party. I really wasn't wild about going, but boy am I ever glad I did!
Both chrissy and I went, dressed as we would for any vanilla activity. I did wear a leather skirt and the calf-length boots with steel heels and some fun things underneath it all. chrissy was looking dapper in his sport coat, gray slacks and silk shirt.
cheryl noticed that chrissy was always at my beckoning. It's very subtle, but she noticed it while others didn't or wrote it off to an attentive husband.
she meekly introduced herself to me and we proceeded to talk for the next 2 hours. she even took up chrissy's role and fetched for both of us. chrissy was funny and said he could get used to this. I told him not to and smiled at him. I then told him that I still needed him, and he shuddered a little.
We left the party at an appropriate time. I promised that I'd take cheryl home. We went to a quiet bar I know and talked for another few hours until last call.
We all dated her; me, chrissy, the girls and all of us as a family for another month before as a family we asked her to join us. I had taken her to my doctor (OB/GYN) to evaluate her issues and to ask a special research project for him. His response and analysis proved helpful.
she still couldn't have children of her own, but I was 2 months preg at the time. The doc said that there's a possibility that a hormone regimen could enable her to nurse. It wasn't a guarantee, but a possibility. About 50/50. I told her I couldn't help get her pregnant, but I would like her to try it and see if she could help me nurse my baby with me. It's the closest I could get her to being a mother.
I was attacked by a 130 lb blond 38 yo sobbing woman profusely thanking me and telling me basically that I'm her goddess just for thinking of this.
The therapy regimen was successful. her milk shows normal hormonal balances for a regular nursing mother and she's joyously nursing Diana with me.
The results have been staggering to me. Well beyond my wildest expectations. Light years beyond them.
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