She was rather tall, light-skinned and slim for an Arab girl. She was dressed in Western style, with a light, green silken dress, nylons and high heel.... In her hand she carried a long, whippy malacca cane and she brought it down to the edge of the stage, as she flexed it almost double, to show the audience its springiness and giving an inviting smile to the wealthy patrons seated in front of the low stage. She then slowly went over to the chair and first knelt on it to test its strength, moving. Her eyes closed as she melted against him, her hands sliding down his shoulders and over his back until she got under his shirt. She gently tugged at it, pulling it from his pants and sliding her hands against his skin. Nicolai was becoming lost in the feelings of her touch, and her taste. He struggled to keep his mind on the job and not on the woman herself. He cursed himself for waiting so long, and yet he wouldn’t have wasted these last moments with her for the world. As she began to slip. It was readily apparent what had happened. The bedcovers must not have been straight, and their weight had pulled them to the floor. Dennis, clad only in boxers was lying on his side on the bed, without any blankets at all.Bending to the floor and retrieving the blankets, Laurie began to replace them on the bed, but noticed something interesting. Where Dennis' boxers were bunched up at the top of his legs, his penis protruded from his fly, a full erect penis, unexpected in the hospital bed,. . . a personal question?”“But of course Candy” the Italian beauty said.“Look, we’ll probably never see each other again . . . and I am dying to know . . . . we’ll my question is . . .do you sleep with your brother? You know, have sex with him” Candy blurted out.Kayla’s eyes flew open and the Italian girl looked taken aback. Looking at Kayla, Gina said “is she always so direct” motioning toward Candy.“Sometimes her mouth just blurts out whatever is running around inside that pretty little head.