. do you swim?" Yes. Why?" I swim every day. Meet me at the pool after four and I'll tell you my sad story."I did a quick visual survey. "How sad can ...t be? You don't seem to be missing limbs or anything..."She looked over my shoulder. "That guy's waving for you. I expect you to be there at four?" Sure." I trudged back to give further directions. I spent the rest of the afternoon unpacking and stowing clothing and gear for my life with roots. Hooked up my electronics. Checked out the DSL,. Looking back at me you strike a pose on all fours smacking your ass. You smile at me and invite me over motioning seductively with one of your fingers. Stepping out of my clothes I come up behind you my right hand reaching to stroke your pussy. I massage it with my palm and my fingers making you gasp. Slipping my fingers inside I begin to work them in and out at first, before I keep them curled inside keeping constant friction on your g-spot. I feel you cream my fingers and I lick them clean. Sondra fell asleep on the couch, waiting up for him. She didn’t hear the engine, or even the door opening. Lionel awakened her with a soft kiss. ‘You waited up for me.’ ‘Oh, baby,’ she yawned and stretched, then sat up and hugged him tightly. ‘Welcome home. Are you hungry? You want me to fix you something?’ ‘I’ll get it. Why don’t you go on to bed? I’ll be in in a little bit.’ ‘Okay,’ she sleepily agreed and swayed off down the hall. Lionel was not long, but by the time he slipped into bed. Actually what he really was was a mostly-adequate plodder who attempted to substitute time for inspiration. He thought that if you didn’t spend 18 hours a day in the hospital, you were somehow goofing off or worse, cheating. We certainly weren’t enemies, but we weren’t friends either. I tried not to think of the deeper reason I didn’t like him.I made eye contact with Stan who kept a sound system in his anaesthesia cart. “How ‘bout some goin’ home music, Stan?”I operated largely with Judy for.