But as we walked away from the crowds I began to wonder just what Harry was thinking about what we were doing with each other. Harry pulled me into th... ocean with him as he picked me up throwing into the water then diving in after me. We played like teenagers for a good hour before he pulled me into his arms kissing me with the passion I felt for him. He placed me at the edge in the water removing my bikini bottoms going down on me. I felt the sun on my body as I hoped that someone was watching. “This is just a six-year-old scotch,” he moaned. “I’m not paying for this! Now will you give me the twelve-year-old scotch I ordered?”The bartender finally relented, and served the man his best quality twelve-year-old scotch.The entire episode had been witnessed by an old drunk at the other end of the bar. He now walked up to the selective scotch drinker, put a glass down in front of him and asked: “What do you think of this?”The scotch expert took a sip of the golden liquid and spat it out. I felt that ‘Natasha’, was a blend between Heather and Edna. Slightly prettier than both, maybe not Ed when she went full-bore, but an 8 or so. She had a supremely fit and toned body, slightly larger breasts than Ed. Equal to Heather, or slightly larger. Her outfit didn’t reveal enough... And she was intelligent. A 7, I’d guess on the Status scale. That stab of my food, gave me an impression of playfulness and confidence. I had to admit, she probably would fit in.The girls would be an issue. Dr. Spencer says I’m fairly unique. This could just be a quirk of how my body works. People heal different, right? I’m young, in good shape, worked out my shoulders extensively before the shooting and may have a genetic predisposition toward rapid recovery.”He nodded and shrugged. “I’ll talk to a few patients about it and see if it impacts their recovery much,” he said hopefully.“Well let’s get to work and see how well my shoulder is taking the new workload,” I suggested.We went out to the main.