I'm also licensed to function as a surrogate, you see." I've heard about that," Dave said. "Surrogates have sex with the patients, right?" It can happ...n, but surrogates aren't there purely for the sex," Veronica corrected him. "Often enough they don't have sex with their patients."Dave blushed, heartily embarrassed and afraid he had insulted her. "I'm sorry."Veronica gave him a disarming smile and a reassuring pat on the knee. "Don't be. It's a misunderstood profession."Relieved, Dave nodded.. ." I saw her chest heave as she tried to control her emotions, "than risk putting yew frew it again."I was soon returned to my cell - our cell. I forgave Steve for getting me into that mess without question or need for further explanation. I knew she loved me, that she would do what she could, within her abilities to protect me. When I felt well enough again, which took several months; she gently, at first, showed me her love in ways that helped me forget the horrors of prison, of what might. She didn’t want to dance with that guy.She wondered, ‘Do I need internet connectivity?’“I told you. I have a new dance partner for you. Denise is history, as far as dancing goes.”“Joyce Brothers once said, ‘Trust your hunches. They’re usually based on facts filed away just below the conscious level.’ Why do I have the feeling that Denise isn’t quite history?”“She’s not. We’ll get into that later,” Mrs. Shapiro said. “Right now, you need to meet your new dance partner.”“Who is it?”“I’ll. She licked her lips.Nodding towards the back of the pickup truck, she asked, "So, um, is there a bed under that camper shell?" Yeah," I replied. "Or at least, what passes for one. There's a mattress, and a couple of blankets and pillows. I set it up for camping."She laid her hand gently directly on the bulge in my Bermuda shorts. Squeezing softly, she nodded once and then softly said, "Maybe we'll get back there in a little bit." She started undoing my shorts. "First I want to see what's under.