She unconsciously switched to a higher setting and whimpered as her wrist pumped. Though she immobilized herself to a degree with her ankles trapped i... the solid wood headboard, the rest of her flailed as the vibe slipped past where she wanted it to travel. The thing passed underneath her womb and settled inside. Helplessly, her legs tensed. She tried to reach the toy and lost its endmost piece, where the speed control was located. It had to be four or five inches in length so there wasn't a. He had the triple header and was taking medication for all three. Exercise was not high up on his list of favourite things and it had caught up to him.I was pretty sure my problem was induced by stress. Two years of stress on the old job, Helen's death, quitting and starting a new career, and now Mike's illness. Yes, the last three years had been stressful in the extreme. I needed to have the pressure reduced, but for now, I still had to be concerned about Mike's health, both short and long. Under my gaze, she squirmed a bit, and flushed, embarrassed. “Stand up, bro. It’s not fair that you’re wearing pants.” She whined playfully. I stood, and her hands were at my waist, undoing my belt, as her lips found mine again. She reached for the zipper on my pants, and the next thing I knew, my pants were around my ankles. I stepped out of them, and fell back onto the couch, grabbing Angie as I went. She sat, straddling me, as we kissed again. We looked at one another, and nervous laughter. "Well, this is awkward, isn't it? Luke, Riley died a few years ago. I'm sorry. I thought you knew. I could have sworn I remembered seeing you at the funeral."Riley was... dead? "Are you sure?" he demanded. What about the phone calls Sarah had received. The package."Well, I suppose it must have been someone else," she admitted, and when he looked at her funny, she explained, "It must have been someone who looked like you that was at the funeral."Oh, she thought he'd been asking if she was sure.