" I've heard about that," Dave said. "Surrogates have sex with the patients, right?" It can happen, but surrogates aren't there purely for the sex," V...ronica corrected him. "Often enough they don't have sex with their patients."Dave blushed, heartily embarrassed and afraid he had insulted her. "I'm sorry."Veronica gave him a disarming smile and a reassuring pat on the knee. "Don't be. It's a misunderstood profession."Relieved, Dave nodded. "So you were a therapist and a surrogate." Yes, but I. She nervously smiled back. His finger began to trail up and down her lips, again so lightly she could barely feel it. From the tip of her slit downward, he kept moving, gently separating her lips. Still moving, slowly, deliberately, he began to toy with her wet opening. Watching her face, he slid his finger deep inside her. He was welcomed by the sound of her gasp. His finger moved in and out, fucking her slowly, sensually. He never took his eyes off hers. Each time he slid his finger in. He cupped his hands. Bending, he filled his hands with water. He lifted his cupped hands over his head and allowed the water to cascade onto his head. He repeated that until his entire body was wet.His ritual bathing complete, William left the stream and headed towards the sweat lodge. He noted with satisfaction that it was well placed for communication with the spirits. The door opened eastwards, the direction from which everything starts. He picked up his drum. Days of preparation had brought. "Having a good trip, Chet?" he asked as I let him in."So far, Dave. What the hell do you want at this hour?" Planning on hiring any females this time?" he replied."Like always. Got anybody special in mind?" Yeah, I do. You know this is top secret, Chet." That was Dave's code for telling me if I mouthed this off, my legs got broken."Well, let me hear."Dave told me an intriguing story, a story I had heard other times but always believed to be an urban myth. A young couple on their honeymoon got.