The Surrogate Read online Jordan Silver

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Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 28444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
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There were a few comments beneath her post, which she answered, one of which stood out to me. The person wanted to know since they were professionals with good-paying jobs, why not just go the usual route and her answer is what sold it for me.

It seems Penny and Nick feel the same way I do, that making a child should be warm and if not loving at least tender. Someone else asked why not ask one of their swinger friends to carry the baby, but their friends were all married women with families and careers of their own.

The more I read, the more convinced I became that it was legit, but I still needed to think some more about it. I bookmarked the page and jotted down the email address and phone number. They didn’t give their home address, but they were in the general area I’d say not more than an hour away, which was perfect.

All that night, I couldn’t sleep, tossing and turning as my mind vacillated between sheer excitement and immense doubt about what it was I was planning to do. I was sure before I even got started that no one would agree with what I wanted, no one I know anyway.

But by the time I rolled out of bed the next morning and fired up the computer for one more look at Nick’s cock, I was pretty sure the secretion n my panties meant I was gonna go for it if only to feel that thing inside me.

All-day in class it was the only thing on my mind. No wonder my mother is so afraid of me being distracted. My hormones were out of control as well, something that happens when my body is preparing to ovulate, which should be any day now.

This is why I convinced myself that I needed to contact Penny soon. I’m afraid if I let this chance pass me by, I’ll never get another one like it, or worse yet, I may chicken out if I wait too long.

So, with my mind made up, I put together all the information about myself they could possibly need. Sort of like a little kit following the guidelines I’d found on the net. Now all that was required was for me to call that number, that is, if someone else hadn’t beaten me to it already.

Chapter 3

It was the thought that someone else may call ahead of me that finally gave me that push I needed. Though I was nervous as hell and my hands were sweating when I lifted the old- fashioned wall phone in the kitchen to dial the number before mom got home from her job.

“Hello?”

“Hello, is this Penny?” My voice didn’t even sound like mine, and I had to clear my throat a couple times to get the frog out of it.

“Yes, who’s this?”

“Um, I found your number on the site.” It seemed to take her a minute.

“Which one, dear?” I explained myself to the very no-nonsense sounding woman on the other line. The post she’d made had given me the impression that she was a fun-loving sort, but her voice on the phone was very businesslike.

But once I told her who I was and why I was calling, that changed. She became soft, warm welcoming even. I could hear the excitement in her voice as we made plans to meet that Saturday, which was only two days away. “We’ll meet somewhere public to put you more at ease. How about The Barstow? Do you know it?”

“Yes, it’s in town.” I’d never been to the upscale restaurant, of course, but it was hard to miss in the small town since it was the only one like it. “Splendid, we’ll see you there at seven.”

“Okay…wait, umm, how will I find you?” I can’t very well go around asking people to take off their underwear and panties so I could identify the husband and wife team.

From the way she laughed, I knew that she’d guessed what I was thinking. “Of course, just ask the host for Penny and Nick’s table. We’ll see you there then. If anything comes up in the meantime, please feel free to call.”

I hung up the phone after thanking her and bounded back to my room to go through the little folder I’d put together sort of like a dossier on myself. I was jumpy and anxious as I realized I’d crossed the first hurdle, and although I could always pull out, I felt like there was no turning back now.

I had to come up with a believable excuse to give mom since it would be the first Saturday night I’d be out of the house that late. Yes, she keeps a very tight rein on me and watches everything I do closely. So that night at the dinner table, I put my plans in motion. It would be dumb to wait until the last minute.


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