" Can you get loose for lunch?" I asked her. "I'm not even close to being finished talking about old times with you yet." I don't want to talk -- too ...uch -- about old times," Lucy said. "For me, some of the old times were a little painful. But, yes, I can get away for lunch. If you can hang around here, in the waiting room, for another half hour or forty-five minutes, I'm pretty sure we can escape for a reasonably leisurely late lunch!" I am at your disposal," I told her. "My only reason for. There's no need to rush or feel pressured. If you feel it's too much, just tell me to stop. Are you willing to do this? It will help get that madman out of your head."With a deep breath, Shime nodded. She felt Higzashi's hands slowly start to move, running his fingertips against her palms. Then they moved up, running along her wrists. It felt good, not threatening as she had always felt whenever Tarnrax had even gotten near enough to snatch her as he normally had.Higzashi moved gradually,. His dick refused to be subtle but he managed to hide it. He laid it straight up along his belly with the knob stuck under his belt buckle so that, although he looked as though he had gained a couple of inches on his waistline, it was not obvious that he had a hard-on. He left the office, giving a feeble excuse to his sixty-year-old secretary. “Certainly, Mister Morgan,” she said. And she thought he wasn’t that fat yesterday. I’ll bet the dirty devil has his cock-head buried under his belt! It. I dressed for a run, did my stretches, and then enjoyed an hour-long run down to the park I had found last week and along a trail there. I had to be back in time for my PT appointment and wondered how that would go. What would they find? Good news, I hoped.The clinic was in a little group of professional offices near the med school. I walked into the office and could see, just past the waiting room, a little gym with all kinds of exercise machines, padded tables, and racks of oddly shaped.