Boil as much water as you can in that pot and those two kettles. While you are doing that, I'll start preparing Jed for the operation. Come back to th... surgery to help me as soon as you can."I left Aikens in the kitchen and went back to work on my patient. I began removing his clothes as carefully as I could, since clothing was too valuable to be wasted by cutting or tearing it. I hurried to get Jed's boots and pants off before Aikens came back, since he would surely be embarrassed if he saw. “What? What is it?” Her sister asked on the other side.“Oh this fucking car just stalled, and I have no idea where I am.” She explained. She looked around the dark street. The run down part of LA was far from where she was planning on heading, but she had taken the wrong off ramp, and wound up lost in the far corner of the city. “Look. I’m going to call you back in a bit. Okay.”“YOu’d better. Be careful.” Her sister concluded. Hilary hung up, and glanced at her phone.She started to dial 411. I heard Bryan shuffling down the hallway and enter the doorway, bag slung over his shoulder. I looked up as I was rolling on my stocking and smiled at him. A sudden, mischievous thought crossed my mind. Before I could even dwell on it, I acted on it. “Can you hand me my shoes?”“Sure,” he said, reaching down for my sneakers, which were right by the door.“No, not those,” I quickly stopped him. “The other ones, my flats.” Bryan suddenly got a really nervous look on his face as he remembered what. “Soda and ice, baby,” I replied cautiously and sank into the sofa. I heard the hiss of club soda, then she came up from behind and handed me the drink. I took a sip. A slender arm went around my neck, and she dropped right next to me. I almost choked, spilling my drink a little, and exclaimed, “Yogi!”Immediately an “Sshh,” and she wiped my lips with her long fingers. My dick stood up like a pole, and my mind blurred with dark sexual desires. My wife’s favorite black saree was draped around her.