The milk swooned over the spoon and br swirled itself into the coffee cup. br br Her lips took a sip and br found it still too hot. br br Leaving her coffee to cool br she undid the top two buttons of her blouse. br br The tiny hand br held the breast in place br as if to keep it from escaping. br br The nipple blindly tried to find br the place in the baby's face br where it could come to rest. br br Baby's mouth br suddenly collided with br the searching nipple. br br 'Bliss! ' it breathed. br 'Bliss! ' breathed the breast. br br The room smiles br as it swells to the br curious sound of sucking br br 'Undid her dress there and then and when... br she had finished exposing herself br she shoves the baby onto the tit! ' br br He stops and spits. br br 'I was fit to breast...bURST! ' br br The Freudian slip br peeps out from behind br the words spilling out of his mouth. br br His disgust spews br (splits at the seams) br bursts out into sheer br anger. br br 'Fuckin' whore! ' br br All this is hissed br in a whisper br br loud enough to seep into br her consciousness. br br Her breast weeps milk br into the now sleeping baby's mouth.