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"...Wonder if Robert knows?" Robert O'Neil heard as he felt around under his desk for the Parker pen.
Whereas everyone else was happiest using their computer to jot down ideas, the newest employee of Edwards & Elswell Marketing Group preferred to take a small legal pad and scribble out his ideas. The fancy ball point pen had been a gift from his wife, Donna, given to him when he'd graduated from the University of Louisiana at DeGarde with a Bachelor's in Mass Communication.
"...Peter, right down the street..." Robert heard the other coworker respond.
"That sleaze-bag lawyer..." the first person asked as their voices faded away.
Robert located the pen and hit the back of his head on the underside of his desk when he tried to wiggle out from under the heavy piece of furniture. When he sat up, rubbing his head, the two women were no longer in sight.
He frowned deeply. His name was Robert, his wife's name was Donna, and the lawyer down the street, Peter Neulin was indeed a sleazebag. Peter was almost as despicable as his wife Charlene, Charlotte, Chandelle, whatever her name was. He found the husband and wife to be arrogant, self-aggrandizing and untrustworthy and avoided any interaction with either one of them at any neighborhood functions.
After a long moment, Robert returned to the problem Valerie Elswell had dropped in his lap. Saladelights, a restaurant that served salads and other health-conscious foods had once been a trendy place for those that wanted to avoid the carbs and fats and grease associated with fast-food establishments. But, as of late, they'd fallen out of favor. They'd seen their sales dropping. Most restaurants experienced slight shifts in their clientele but Saladelights had seen a steady and significant decline in the past quarter.
With the Parker in hand, Robert doodled a rabbit and a head of iceberg lettuce.
"Salads...it's not just for rabbits anymore..." Robert mused aloud.
"That's oh come on, that's terrible," Aderyn, the cute receptionist tittered as she hustled past his open doorway.
Robert smiled. The bubbly eighteen year old girl was six months pregnant and spent more time in the bathroom than she did sitting in the lobby of the small marketing firm. Which meant, several times a day, she waddled past his doorway, treating him to the sight of her happily smiling face, large breasts, juicy round backside, and distended belly.
The petite girl wore maternity dresses, even though Connie Edwards had told Aderyn that she could wear maternity slacks and tops if she wished. Her dresses were always a soft material, in pleasing colors; she was a picture of feminine grace and womanly beauty.
"God damned lucky bastard," Robert said, thinking of whomever may have impregnated the petite blonde beauty.
Robert did not know who the father of Aderyn's baby might be. He'd overheard the women in the building chatting pleasantly with the mother-to-be, talking about pregnancy, child-birth, and motherhood. He could not remember the young woman ever saying who her boyfriend was, though.
But, Robert could imagine this young receptionist reclining on a couch while a nameless, faceless young man rubbed her heavy belly, applying Vitamin E cream into her belly to minimize stretch marks. He could envision Aderyn hefting the hem of her dress up, revealing the pale belly, plain white cotton panties bunched up underneath the big, beautiful belly, her heavy bra-clad breasts resting against the swollen stomach.
The lucky man would smear the thick cream into her stomach while she lay with her blonde head in his lap. Her big brown eyes would look up into his face, her beatific smile on her face. She would close those eyes and purr happily as his hand lovingly rubbed her tummy.
"Oh! You! Bad boy, bad boy," she would giggle as her boyfriend's had would push the panties down, revealing the sparse tendrils of her blonde pubic hair.
"Mm hmm," her man would agree as he combed his fingers through her light blonde muff, searching for her wet slit.
"Oh!" Aderyn would moan as her boyfriend fingered her to a quick orgasm.
"I swear, I'm about to pop then I get there and...nothing," Aderyn complained, waddling past Robert's office, heading toward the lobby.
Robert looked up, smiling at the girl. Looking back down, he saw that he had drawn an anthropomorphized bunny rabbit with large breasts, a heavily pregnant belly and a thick triangle of bunny fur between her legs. The bunny had Aderyn's large eyes, small upturned nose and delightful smile. Robert quickly tore that sheet off and crumpled it tightly before tossing it into the wastebasket.
"Two points," Valerie Elswell complimented, stepping into his office. "So...what you got for me?"
"Donna said Frank? Guy in her office?" someone said from behind Valerie's back.
"...Hung like a donkey?" another female asked.
Robert tried to peer around his boss, but could not see who the two women were. Even Valerie turned to see whom had been speaking before returning her attention to Robert.
"Salads...It's not just for rabbits anymore," Robert suggested, smiling tightly at his boss.
"Uh. No," Valerie said.
"As long as she's been doing it? Surely Robert's caught on by now?" Robert heard another female voice say as he and Valerie regarded one another.
"But, you know? Rabbits, bunnies, bunnies are cute," Valerie pondered. "Part of the problem? Somehow, Saladelights, they picked up a reputation of being stuffy."
"Uh? Their prices don't help. Their furniture sucks too. And, have you ever tried having a normal conversation in there?" Robert ticked off on his fingers.
"Hmm," Valerie agreed.
At ten fifteen, Robert went into the break room to grab a cup of coffee. He smiled as he stood behind Aderyn; they were waiting for Katrina to finish fixing her mocha latte.
"By the way, that is such a pretty color on you," Robert blurted out, admiring the soft peach color of Aderyn's dress.
"Oh! Thanks!" Aderyn said, turning and smiling brightly.
She held up her arm for him to appreciate the peach colored garment. He smiled into her happy face.
"Feel, feel," she ordered. "It is so soft; it's almost like wearing a cloud."
Robert did gently pinch the material of the sleeve and nodded with agreement. Katrina finally finished and moved so Aderyn turned to prepare her cup of green tea with a tablespoon of local wild honey. While she worked, Robert covertly admired the way the dress molded to her backside. With a jolt, he realized he could not see any panty lines in the clingy material.
She finished her ministrations and stepped aside so he could prepare his Big & Bold dark roast coffee. Turning, Robert saw that Aderyn was standing, ever-resent smile on her cute face.
"You always grab your coffee and run on out of here," she admonished him. "Come on and sit with me. Please?"
"Know what? That problem will still be there when I get back," Robert agreed and her smile went from happy to delighted.
Robert helped Aderyn take a seat at a small table then sat across from her. She again indicated her dress and Robert again admired the soft garment and the peach color.
"The Ministry of Faith has all kind of maternity dresses; I mean, they got other stuff too, but I have always been a dress kind of girl," she explained.
"Ministry of Faith?" Robert asked. "That building on Banks Street?"
"Yes!" she said happily. "See, the Baptist and Methodist churches, oh, oh, and the Lutheran church over in, mm, I think it's Elgee? They all got together to run it. In fact, the only ones that don't help out are the Catholic churches and that Jewish place."
"So, are you Baptist or..." Robert started to ask.
"Uh? Hernandez? I got no choice," she laughed. "I have to be Catholic. But I don't like nothing at that St. Vincent DePaul's store."
"Hernandez? What? How does a cute little blonde get a name like Hernandez?" Robert asked, smiling.
"Like fiftieth generation or something," she laughed. "But I volunteer there every Saturday? So they always set aside the stuff they think I might like. They are just so sweet."
After a cautious sip of her steaming tea, Aderyn asked Robert about himself. He told her of being a less than stellar student, only figuring out in the latter part of his senior year in high school that he was doing himself no favors by slacking off. Fortunately for him, his dad and his grandparents had set up a college fund for him when he was born so he was able to attend the university without garnering serious student loan debt.
"O'Neil's. Like O'Neil's Furniture?" Aderyn asked, making the connection.
"Yep. Of course, it really should be Thibodaux's Furniture now," Robert admitted. "When my Uncle Bob died, my dad sold his share. Said Uncle Bob's death was his wake up call; life's too short. But what about you?"
"Kind of the same as you," she admitted, large brown eyes fixed on his.
