She sounded a bit out of it.“It’s the pain medication and after-effects of the anesthesia,” she said when I asked.“But you’re doing OK?”�...Yes. I get to start rehab on April 15th. I have an appointment with someone at University of Chicago hospital that morning.”“It’s walking distance, most likely,” I said.“Cool. I need to get something to eat and then I’m going to bed.”“I’m glad you’re done with surgery. Call me tomorrow to talk.”“Thanks,” she said.We said our goodbyes and hung up. It was late. I never heard my alarm and I was running late. I jumped in the shower and Ashley left for her class. After I dried off, I went to get dressed and found my closet empty. All the drawers in my dresser were empty too. I went to Ashley’s room and the door was locked. Then I saw on the couch a note that said, “You need to relax.” Under the note was a white tube top only 2” wide and a 8” skirt. She left me some platform shoes with 6” heels. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t miss the test but I. I noticed that the tips of her long, slim, soap covered fingers lingered on the big dark nipples of her tits, pinching and rubbing them before moving on to slide down over her slim but well-muscled stomach and then down further still, into the black patch of hair covering her pubic mound and still further, to her pussy lips, one hand opening them, showing purple inside, while three soapy fingers of the other hand plunged between them, each finger disappearing to the knuckle inside her wet. I knew about the porn because I saw the history in the computer every morning when I started it. At least I hadn't made the porno site my home page. The idea did have some appeal, shock value at least.We got into town in time to go to my condo, which was all new to me again that morning. I found where I kept my clothes and put away the hospital clothes. I dressed in clothes from my closet and chest of drawers. When I went into the living room to show, Royce he was visibly shaken."What?" I.