<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://topbabesblog.org/wp-content/gallery/stephanie-christine-pp02/Stephanie-Christine-08.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>The Midwife<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Activity</strong>Orientation<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Gucci eyeglasses and Italian heels<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>This morning the midwife had run a little late.   Such circumstances to the lateness would be revealed perhaps later for now.   Such would remain unknown.    The car all black,  the old sticker of a Lyft sticker partially bleached from the sun.  Sits right behind her as she glances and catches its reflection from the rear view mirror.   In that moment a momentarily meeting of his eyes with hers.   She offer a polite smile.  It widens as his gaze of his eyes drop breaking that momentarily contact between the two of them.  Of course he did not look upwards or turn away from looking into the rear view mirror and for good reason.<br/><br/>Ten minutes later the car pulls up, the driver hustles from his seat to open the door for his passenger.  Climbing out of the car with assistance is the midwife.   She stands for a moment as she lets herself catch her equilibrium.   A moment of nausea that sweeps over her is the cause.   She reaches out and grasp the arm of the driver.   Finally the wave of ill feeling dissipates.    Her left hand rising, the index finger on that hand pushing up her glasses up on the bridge of her nose.    The cool of the morning washing over her  As her long blonde hair billows lightly with the caress of a breeze.    She head inside then.<br/><br/>The soft click of her heels can be heard upon the floor.   The sound of such growing stronger as she nears the orientation room.   Which would announce her arrival to the meeting.   She would push open the door  with the mayor addressing the new arrivals to the community.<br/><br/>Just as the mayor is done saying we move at a small town's pace.  The doors to the orientation open.  A stunning blonde hair woman in naught but high heels and the eyeglasses she is wearing.   She looks a bit flush.   As she pauses momentarily in the doorway.  Reaching out to steady herself.  Of course the morning sickness is washing over her again.   Yes the midwife is quite eccentric.   The clothing optional rule well,  she takes that quite literally.    Again the surge of nausea washes away.  Receding back down for her.  She would give a nod and move around the room to take her seat.   Once seated she would nod to the mayor.   "Sorry a hectic morning running late."  She quietly say to the mayor.   As she takes her seat and then looks over those gathered for joining the into the community.<br/><br/><br/><br/>