Mel was fascinated by the way they talked about their women with lusty smiles...

Mel was fascinated by the way they talked about their women with lusty smiles and glittering eyes. No jokes about the old ball and chain here. Rather, they sounded as though they couldn't wait to get home to them. "How's Patti doing?" someone asked Josh. He curved his hands over his flat belly to indicate a pregnant tummy and grinning boastfully, said, "She's ripe as a tomato. I can hardly keep my hands off her." "If she's ripe as a tomato, I bet you get slapped down like crazy," Zeke laughed. "I got another one on Christa." "No way! I thought she said you were through!" "She said that two kids ago-but I snuck one more by her. She's cooking number four. What can I say-that girl's been lightin' my fire since high school. You should see her, man. She's lit up like a beacon. Nobody cooks 'em like Christa. Whew." "Hey, buddy, congratulations, man! But I don't think you know when to quit." "I don't. It's like I can't quit. But Christa says she's all done with me. She said after this one, snip snip." "I think I can go one more," Corny said. "Got my girls. I feel a boy coming on." No one could better appreciate this kind of enthusiasm for pregnant women than a midwife. Mel was loving it. Loving them. "Yeah, I've heard that a lot," Jack said. "Eight nieces later, no one got their boy. My brothers-in-law have run through all their chances, I think." "Maybe you're packin' a boy, Jack." "I don't even kid myself about that," he laughed. Jack

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