She smiled, hoping that was really code for fucking. Becuzz the sight of him standing there, all cut up and toned, made her super wet. He took her han... and guided her to the bed. He took her towel from her and laid her across the foot of the bed on her back. Naked, sweaty, and sore, she felt him run his fingers along her thighs, and then lift them, stretching them toward her. He gently pushed them back, further and more, toward her perky tits. Her honeycomb hideout was freshly shaved and she. ..there are those Psychiatrists who will disagree with you...there are those Psychiatrists who will wonder, "How long has this guy been paranoid?"In any event, the tumor was gone ... if the truth be known, the good surgeon was 'practicing' on a cadaver ... he wasn't all that careful where the scalpel went.DD was dead ... big deal.The one thing no one had counted on? Our good fellow surgeon made his own scalpels ... from the sharpest material known to man ... obsidian. A two molecule wide edge. Don’t it?? The footsteps came closer. Sharon was full of fear as the voice continued. ?Nicely packaged up, waiting to be unwrapped hey??She opened her mouth to speak, but the gag was far too effective to let any sound past it. She could not even beg for mercy, not that, at that moment, she thought she would be shown any mercy.Sharon found herself wishing that she hadn’t done such a good job with the ropes, as a hand touched her head, and stroked her hair. She knew how vulnerable she was, had. But either way, it always brought her the comfort and wisdom she sought. And this time was no different… ‘What can it really hurt, Key-key?’ She opened her eyes and looked up as she always did. This time the North star blazed in the sky as if in confirmation of those words. Hell, if she was not still so angry at her father’s god, she might have even compared it to that star which led the wise men to the babe all those thousands of years ago…if you believed such drivel. She turned back to.