" Do you want me to?"Laura half-smiled and slowly nodded. Mavis lifted the sweater over her head, shaking her hair loose. She dropped it on the nearby...sofa.Laura couldn't take her eyes off the girl. Mavis knew it and enjoyed it thoroughly. She looked down at her bra."Guess I ought to take it off too," she teased awkwardly. "You probably want to see all of me before you make up your mind." I already have," Laura said evenly.Mavis grinned. She came over to Laura and turned her back, presenting. I forced myself to open my eyes and look at the screen after the message alert tone went twice more. It was the same message every time.> SLOW DOWN!I didn’t want to, I was almost frantic about achieving orgasm. I could see from the messenger that Ben was typing another message, and I forced myself to slow down long enough to read it.> In a moment I’m going to call you. I want you to answer the phone, put it on hands-free, and carry on as you are. We won’t speak. I just want to hear you come, as. She could stand on locked knees and barely walk upon her release, had a wheelchair, and was restricted for another month to the condo until her physical therapy started. She used the wheelchair for a couple of weeks, and then slowly started to walk all the time with a walker or two canes. She had already started to get back in shape, at least from the waist up. She was sitting and doing weights and stretches, including her own version of sit down yoga.I went to her first physical therapy. Harold was gone completely.I called Cindy's cell phone Sunday afternoon. I figured she and her brother would be up and moving by 1PM. "So Cindy do you want to meet me for dinner?" I asked."I'm sorry mom, but I have a date." She said it but didn't really sounds sorry at all. It was probably a date with someone she really wanted to go out with. Then again I am sure that to a college girl, most any boy was more fun to have dinner with than your mother."I guess, I could call Charlie," I.