“The ride I ordered is here.” She kissed my cheek and headed toward the front door.I policed up the kitchen, then headed upstairs and retrieved a ...ox of condoms I had bought earlier from a case in our closet. Back in the front room downstairs I paced, waiting. A silver and red Journeys car stopped at the curb and Annette stepped out. She came in the front door and headed for the stairs.“Hold up,” I said, “let me take a look at you.”She stood before me and I regarded her hair and face. Her hair. How could this be happening? Swat, swat, swat, swat. Two fingers pushed inside my cunt, curling for my g-spot and I spasmed, bucking against his hand, groaning. The other three put their hands on my red, burning bottom and they both hurt and felt deliciously cool on my tortured flesh. “You’re right,” Luca said, one hand on a dangling breast, pinching a nipple, the other rubbing my ass. I kept shivering, the climax still rolling. “It’s several degrees warmer, at least two or three centigrade. He had said he wanted a trike like mine. I had no idea he planned to ride it to my morning place as well."Where is the shyster?" I asked."You should have known she would sleep late. You did keep her up most of the night," Bart said."Hell tell her to send me a bill." I thought a minute then added, "Actually I should send her one. She loved rubbing my nose in her smarts. That had to be worth something," I said."She might be gloating after she wakes up, but unlike you she can't operate on two hour. It’s a failing situation. One half of my mind wandered and drifted, trying to catch onto something inconsequential, but the other half of my brain would not let go of why I was at the hospital. I didn’t want to think of what was going on, I didn’t want my worry to show through my always-cool at-ease composure. I had been granted an audience, my mother, and I could not remember the last time I had let her see any show of anxiety or angst in me (aside from the night my daughter was born, but that.