" Good Egg! Let's do that. Now off you trot and see Pinky. Strike while the iron's hot and all that rot." What about you, Peter? Are you going to appl...?" Oh, I don't think so, old chap. I mean, look at me. I'm far too lanky. I think I'll just stick in the back where there's a bit more room. If I put my feet on a rudder bar my knees would be under my chin. Thank God for the 'Harry Tates.' It was murder in the old BE2s. And my driver was always complaining that he couldn't see over the. .” I whisper.“Mmm, I do… I am… Completely yours,” you whisper back.I follow it up with an even harder one. The burning sensation getting more and more intense. Perfectly so.I reposition myself again and kneel down.Running my hands over those sensitive cheeks and squeezing them firmly, taking in the sight. And what a wonderful sight it is. Your leather skirt bundled up around your waist. Your beautiful ass up in the air, waiting. Those tan coloured fishnets driving me crazy. And to finish it. I later learned I had an IV in my arm, electrical leads connected to sensors on my chest, and a catheter connected to a urine bag. I wasn't as aware of my surroundings as I had thought.A nurse appeared beside my bed to keep me from doing what I wanted to do. As weak as I was, it was easy for her to press me back until I was flat on the bed. She told me to stay there.I think the nurse wanted to assess my awareness for she told me to nod after each statement if I understood, then said in short,. She remarked on the clamminess of the sheets already on the bed, neither of us was too keen on staying longer than we had to, the room wasn't inviting, it was cold, not temperature-wise, but there was a feeling of transience: get in, do it, get out again. It wasn't designed for long-term stays.Rachel was getting impatient, while I laid the sheet on the bed, but with a word I stopped her from undressing herself. I moved up next to her, lifted her chin, and kissed her. Her fingers were already.