Fantasy, that was all it was though, nothing more. It was Wednesday evening. All was quiet. The kids were out, some kid of church youth event, a food ...rive if she remembered correctly. Sherri loved these nights. She was not limited to the bathtub. Tonight, she was on the couch, with the TV on to some raunchy show. She was wearing a black skirt that came to her knees and a black long sleeved top. She had taken her bra off and tossed it on the floor; she loved rubbing her nipples when she did. The fluid in the balloon ran out, and the catheter came out with a single pull. Nikki breathed a sigh of relief. Then she immediately asked, 'Can I have some clean pants please?''Yes. I've left some in the bathroom for you. But first I've got to give you a bed bath.''A bed bath! But I can shower myself in the bathroom! I'm not an invalid,' said the distressed Nikki. She was mortified at the thought of being given a bed bath, especially by a man.'Sorry, hospital policy, Nikki.''Can't you say you. I looked over. “Ugh.. nothing.” I replied, not really knowing what else to say. “I can tell if you’re upset, your face kind of changes and you sigh a lot.” I thought about if I do those things, and I figured that I did actually sigh a lot when something wasn’t right. “It’s just this boy, don’t worry about it,” I told him. He looked at me for a second. “Who?” “His name is Billy Sanders.” “Oh, cool. I’ve never heard of him.” We continued to talk for a while, a lot of it was about Billy but there. It seemed she was in no hurry and our mouths and tongues danced together. Then slowly her hands ran downs my back and stroked me there too as she pulled me closer to her. I could not maintain the contact with her mouth and I was forced down into her lap and rested my head there, gratefully almost, as I felt the warmth of her against me. Her fingers deftly but slowly unbuttoned the back of my blouse, her fingernails scratching me slightly as they moved from button to button. She spread the silk.