Like someone must be watching my sexual response, in my own kitchen, to a bundle of flowers. I left the little book on the kitchen table and spent the...rest of the day sneaking glances at both book and bouquet, wondering what I should do. # On Sunday morning, there was a bundle of coriander and a half-dozen tiger lilies. I flushed when I lifted it off of my windshield. An offer. A promise. Underneath it was something else. Inside of another zip-lock bag was a painting that was the size of a. She winced and sucked air through her teeth as I pulled it off followed by her heavy wool sock. The ankle was already beginning to swell so I was pretty sure she had at least a sprain. I looked at her and shook my head. "It needs ice but, unless you have some in your back pocket, we're out of luck. You're not going to be able to walk on this." Shit!" Tears of frustration were welling up in her beautiful brown eyes. "What the hell am I supposed to do now?" First we need to wrap it. Wait here,. Fortunately nobody saw me performing in this way, as there seemed to be nobody else walking about the small hospital. I remembered Helen saying that most patients here preferred to keep to the rooms because of the type of injury they were usually here for. In the theatre there was only one other man, a doctor, by his clothing. He was already dressed for surgery, masked and gloved, which seemed a bit odd to me. He prodded around my stomach area, eliciting various yelps of pain, then he opened. “Dad, think of the mess, I haven’t got time now!” She pleaded.“Promise is a promise, we both know that; now you’re not going to let you’re old dad down are you”He walked over and stood besides her looking into the mirror, “Now there is my daughter all ready for church, with one last thing to do before she left!” He smiled reaching under her dress.Toni could feel his fingers searching her underwear, his fingers nibbling at the edge of her panties; he then lifted her leg placing her foot onto a.