I feel like he can see through me, not just my clothes, but into my being to the places no one should see. “Can I help you?” I ask, thankful my vo...ce doesn’t waver.“Good morning, Natalie,” he says, holding out a perfect hand. His nails are trimmed, the cuticles neat. His fingers are long, warm as he clasps my hand. “I’m Lucian Martinus.”“Good morning, L. Martinus,” I say returning the greeting in a more socially acceptable form. We are all equal under the government’s benevolent eye. Titles and. I’m Laurie, a friend of John’s.’ ‘Nice to meet you, too. I look forward to getting acquainted some time.’ What? No, no, no, you don’t! Aloud, I said, ‘Good to see you Laurie. Take care.’ Grabbing Becky’s hand, I practically dragged her away, as she waved and said, ‘Sorry, we’re in a hurry. I have to take my pill. He’s so forceful and impatient. I love a man who knows what he wants.’ Oh, god. The whole town will think I’m a brute after Laurie gossips. But Becky giggled all the way to the car.. Mariana ordered us what I would call a dessert, she called it Apple Empanadas. It was new to me, but I loved the light pastry filled with apples. It arrived on one plate with two spoons and as I tried to figure out what it was by poking around with my spoon Mariana scooped up a bite and offered it to me on her spoon. I am not sure why I found that so erotic, but I felt my cock harden at the thought that this beautiful young woman would offer me a bite. I accepted it, found it to be a wonderful. ’ ‘And I love you too darling. But I’m getting tired, and the nurse will be here soon to give me my next dose of drugs…..so be a Dear and let me get some rest now.’ smiling she told him, ‘How about that, I’m seventy nine and at my time of life becoming a drug addict. I can’t wait for my next shot.’ But Misha’s smile was forced. He looked at the woman in bed, frail and getting weaker each day, her face pinched with pain, the sparkle gone from her eyes and lent over kissing her cheek. ‘Next thing.