She was back in a flash dressed only in a black g-string, black nylons, black high heels and a pair of leg garters that boldly read: "WHORE."Joani had...smiled and sat down beside him, placing her right hand on his inner thigh. In a husky voice, Joani said, "I want you to tie me up by my wrists to a ceiling hook and then tickle me with my feather whip/tickler. Then gently run some of my needle wheels - I have four different types of 'em - all over my body. After that, I want you to stand in back. Gangsters controlled everything in the city. Only a few months earlier, Al and Bugs had a little Valentine's Day party that had the Feds all over the city like dandelions on a summer lawn. The weather? Yes, the weather was hot too. Records were being set as fast as the Bambino was slugging homers for the Yanks. It was July 1930, in fact the nineteenth, and the mercury read one hundred one outside the window of Cliff's third floor office. Business was slow, but not the ceiling fans that were. She didn't mind that I was seeing her naked or so it seemed."Are you cold?" Yes" she said and I proceeded to tuck her in to the single bed.I laid her on the bed, I was getting fairly hard now. I started to take off my jeans and left on my boxers. "Did you get sick too?"she asked"Yes, on my jeans" I said to her quietly as I slid in beside her.She was shivering under the covers, so I said "Will I hold you, just until you get warm?"She murmured something that I took as an affirmative, so I. Winker finally said. He moved closer andslid the coat off of Fran and hung it up on a wooden clothes tree, attachedto the head of the exam table. He turned around and stood off to Fran's side. "Ah,snap it up Fran...times money." Dr. Winker, tiring of Fran's stalling ways, finally decided that her whiteblouse was next. "Let's have the blouse." Fran, with trembling hands, slowly unbuttoned it. Dr. Winker again helpedher, by sliding it off her shoulders. Fran quickly covered her.