We were home. Mentally, I guess I unloaded because the sound of the doorbell woke me up. I carefully got out of bed and let the home health nurse in.S...e met Stoney, did her initial assessment, talked with us, and left. It's time to figure out how to make this new life work. Stoney's drifting along on a wave of painkillers because of all the stress of moving, but when I check in on him, his eyelids flutter, then open."Hey, little one. That's the last time I take those things like that. I can get. It takes a lot of effort to keep myself from mauling the man in my claws or poor daddy on one of his visits. I find myself flirting all the time. I saw an ex I hadn’t seen in years and put on new lipstick for the occasion. I send one of my similarly afflicted female friends a steady stream of GIFs of Chris Hemsworth nearly falling out of his low-slung jeans in Thor. I still don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me accept I am constantly changing my panties or pressing my clitoris against some. I opened the door and was surprised. Her profile had said she was tall. Turned out she was 180cm (I am 183). Slim and very attractive. I invited her in and we had a coke. She said she wanted to have a shower. I had already had mine earlier.“P” came back wearing just a towel. I had already stripped off and was also just wearing a towel. We finished drinks and she got amorous. Suddenly she stood up, knelt on the couch we were sitting on, dropped the towel and demanded I suck her cock. Her profile. Harry couldn’t place the accent. “You were just in a few days ago.”“Yes ma’am,” Claire said, her smile audible. “I just couldn’t wait to see you again.”“That’s very sweet, but you only really need a checkup every six months or so. And like I said then, you’re perfectly healthy. Unless there’s something...”She trailed off, apparently noticing Harry standing awkwardly in the doorway for the first time.“I’m sorry, I don’t believe we’ve met.”“This is Harry,” Claire said, pulling him into the room.