“Surrender? We’re here to pursue a negotiated peace. Time out here. No matter of feminine wiles will work, especially with me here. I am not a lus...ful creature like you. I am a good, holy Christian lady. You should try it some time,” Reverend Adamson answered, her face now quite red with embarrassment for some personal reason.“Which is why your face just blushed scarlet and you are so personally incensed? Look, what has your god done for you lately? I’ll tell you what he did. Doomsday. It was. Okay she was no model, but her sea coloured eyes and her freckles made her seem like she was as sweet and as innocent as she sometimes wished she was. She tilted her head from side to side and tested the way her hair fell, her teeth closing on her lower lip as she tried to practice a seductive look. She humphed and frowned as she just seemed to look more and more like a clumsy fool trying to be sultry and sexy. She shrugged at her reflection, taking a quick glance of her tall body, her breasts,. However, not in person. Not up close. Not staring at me, attached to a guy flirting with me. I was squirming in my discomfort, a look of antipathy washed across my face. Abby rolled over and kissed me full on the lips, poking her tongue to prompt me to open my lips. We tongue wrestled for a minute or so, and my tensions washed away. She pulled back and dreamily looked into my eyes, and I relived the carnal bliss we had shared earlier in the evening. She then rolled onto her back, and Billy. The day after New Year’s Day I returned to the Melanoma clinic to have the stiches on my back removed. The doctor checked out where he had removed the troublesome mole, and was happy with how the incision was healing. He had Traci remove the stitches; I had to remove my shirt, and lie face down on the table. It didn’t hurt, just a little bit of tugging as she removed the sutures. I could feel her pressing on my back with a soft pad, and when she was finished, she applied a fresh dressing.“There.