“Have you read this book too?” a answer back, a little laugh in my voice. “This particular book? No! But I’ve read enough to know the formula....�� He patted my knee as he spoke. I felt the warmth of his hand on my bare knee. It sent another jolt through my body ending in my pussy. I thought briefly of telling him to get his hands off, but it felt so good. I don’t know why, but I uncrossed my legs. His hand never moved from my knee. I re-opened my book, re-reading a steamy passage for the umpteenth. After a lot of dallying, adjusting my bed height to my comfort, regretfully for both of us, he left. My heart was all a flutter by then. The rest of the day I spent in a daze… drug induced, like the day before, but this time, the drugs weren’t a heavy dose of antibiotics… The rose. A most lovely flower. Deep red and fragrant. The nurses, doctors, aides, fellow room mates were complimenting me on my lovely gift. A gift which I tore apart… I plucked the rose petals slowly. One rose has many many. It was a change in their choreography that made Sam lose the beat for a moment, which was all Annie needed.Sam was a good lover. Though she seldom allowed herself to think this way openly, he was also a 'good fuck,' as some of her dirty stories might say. But he was usually assertive, direct, in control. There were some fruitful areas to explore with his instincts. He wanted to 'spice things up', 'try new things'."Ok Sam, try this on for size," she mused to herself.As Sam straightened in. Actually, he was saddened that a fourteen year old teenager needed to carry a gun and wear body armor just to go to the store down the block. Saddened and angry. His growing gloom was interrupted by the telephone. The delivery truck had arrived."Amy, put the street scene on my tablet. How's it look to you?" The police put blue barriers on the sidewalk, 50 feet either side of the door. The no-go zone includes the parking lane on the street."Pete told the driver to park in front and the girls.