" Why don't we call it a draw and I'll take you to breakfast?" Okay." Where would you like to go?" That place we ate dinner was nice. How about there?...The problem is I only have the clothes I wore last night." I have some shorts that I wore years ago and don't fit me anymore and I know you can fit into most of my shirts." What about shoes. You wear size eleven while I only wear a seven." Thirteen ... I wear size thirteen running shoes." Thirteen?" No wonder, she thought correlating the old. For a moment I don't see her and I wonder if she ran off. But there she is, leaning against the nearby mail box. She barely meets my gaze; a quick glance of her dark brown eyes, absorbing my features and my build. The slightest hint of a smile crosses her lips, but then she turns away and starts walking. I follow. Her jeans cling to her hips, riding a little low, exposing her lower back. She is wearing a green woollen jacket that's modest, pulled tight around her frame. As she walks, I can see. Neil with a smile? "I can see you're not experiencing any dryness, Ms. Forde." Rachel smiled at Dr. Neil. I blushed, but I was loving this. My hips bucked forward as Rachel touched a sensitive spot. I loved the feeling of her fingers in me. She gently pulled back and thrust her fingers back in. She did this again, again, and again. "How does this feel Ms. Ford?" she asked. I could barely answer, I wanted more. I lifted my hand up for a thumbs up but I kept my eyes clenched shut in ecstasy.. You’re not leaving in this condition my dear.’ So saying, he stood up with Kat bundled in his arms, and carried her to his bed. He lay her down gently, and tucked her under the covers, his hand tenderly smoothing her hair. Kat was too cold and tired to think, so she assumed she imagined the tenderness and care she saw in his eyes. She snuggled under the covers, curled up, and promptly fell asleep. Connor studied her for a moment, struck by her innocence. He was jerked out of his reverie by a.