The Strange Lactation Therapist
But this was not a long-term solution.
After my baby fell asleep, I put on a lace nightgown and crawled over to my husband slowly. I tried to seduce him. "Thomas, why don't you give me a hand?"
Desire washed over me as my breathing quickened.
However, he held my hand down and said helplessly, "At this point, I'll have to get my best friend to help out."
"What?" Puzzled, I scrambled to sit up. "I just don't have any breastmilk. What does your friend have to do with it?"