Ginger sat up in bed, her lovely nipples pointed right at me and she said, "Donny, I had to do something. You were falling in love with Janice. I knew...you would become a couple, so I figured there wasn't going to be a place for me in your life. So I decided to move out, but I kept my promise." "Your promise?" I asked. "Yea. The first time we made love, I promised you that I would never love another man. Remember? So I moved in with Cookie and I kept my promise to you. I have never made love to. I suggest that instead off going home with (T )why dosent (T) come up and sit in the living room and have a smoke and watch tv while we finsh things off in the bed room (H ) sed ok I phone him back and ask ( T ) if he would do that ( T ) kind off grumbles on the phone and ( H ) remember him off something and says bother you own me one do me a solid so ( T ) says ok then but remember we even now so I buzz T in and go to the door and let him in I thought wow ( T ) is really hot ooo my and then. Her corset sat in such a way that it elevated her pert breast, her nipples just peeking over the edge and being gently stimulated enough to remain hard and sensitive. Over that, she had placed a jacket that buttoned to just above her cleavage leaving the creamy skin of her upper chest and neck scandalous exposed. For her skirt, she had selected something loose that fell across her bare ass in such a way as to highlight the complete lack of under things while the motion of the silk over her. I became a nurse in part, at least, because of the interest in the profession I developed from reading those books. It was my dream to become a nurse, help people, and marry a handsome, wealthy doctor. Most of the handsome, wealthy single doctors have evidently found jobs somewhere besides the hospital where I work. Not that they're all ugly, of course, but most of them are married. They're willing to have quick emotionless sex, but are not available to make me their bride. I know that you can.