Your nose survived as well." My hands!" he said. "They're bandaged; are they ok?" Mr Watkinson operated on them last night, and he's very good. I'm af...aid it's a matter of 'wait and see'. You're strapped up to prevent movement while the bones, tendons and nerves heal."The doctor left after saying that Mr Watkinson might call in to check on Ged's progress. A nurse arrived."You've caused quite a stir. There's pressmen and even a TV crew asking about you. I'm afraid I'll have to ask you who we can. I stroked and petted her as we kissed lightly and teasingly."I love you, Whitney." She pulled away and looked me in the eye."Really, Brian? Do you really love me?" More every day, my sweet. I love you." But I haven't even given you a blow job yet. I might be terrible at it. How can you say you love me?" Loving you doesn't have anything to do with how good you are at sex or even if we have sex. I desire you for sex, but that's not why I love you. I think maybe you beat the love into me. I don't. .. only impressions of things. Which was alright, cos there wasn't really anything in the room except for a few chairs against a wall.After a few minutes, my name was called by a lady at a doorway. Even though it was dark, I could see that she was completely naked, except for a black cloth around her tummy. She then took my hand and led me down a really long hallway. At one point everything was pitch black and it felt like we were walking forever. I took my other hand and clung to her arm,. We talked about Ford 150s and Dodge Rams. We talked about smoking and drinking. I smoke and am trying to stop. I’ve been through the patch and am now using the gum. He used to drink. We talked about work. We talked about the heat wave and Obamacare and gas prices. We talked about sonograms and baby names and boys versus girls. The suit coat had come off, the tie loosened and the top three buttons unbuttoned. My hair was probably a mess from my combing my fingers through it. At one a.m. I was.