From my vantage, I couldn’t read but they looked like faxes. Claire slowly begins, her expression doesn’t change, but her knees give out and she c...umples to the ground. Sara must have been watching from the house, for she is running out the door towards us. I handed her Andrew and hoist Claire into my arms. Officer Mitchell had retrieved the papers and Sara asked me to take her into the house. Gene had quickly moved things off the couch, giving room to lay her down. I propped her head up with. I think it tasted nice but I couldn’t tell you what I ate.Like I said, my brain was kind of busy.At one point, Liz nudged me and asked me if I’d finished my drawing of the bride and groom on the steps of the church. That was something my brain could cope with. I pulled out my pad and looked at it. It was my small pad so the drawing was small and detailed with lots of fine fiddly bits rather than anything big and dramatic. It wasn’t quite finished so I took out my pencil and did some more work. Lights.”The bedroom lights came back on, and illuminated his lover’s half-bare body. It put her pale, perfect skin on display. Though her arms were lean, her abdomen carried some extra softness, and her breasts sat heavy and generous on her chest. Pretty, pink nipples took centre stage, each one decorated by silver barbells as well as the vine tattoo, now again appearing as dull black.The lights also showed her face, lips swollen from kissing, cheeks bright from lust and excitement ... and then. I am afraid I am going to have to ask you to have faith in my integrity, for these shots would have to be naked, however I assure you they are important for your therapy. If you decide not to then it’ll mean we have taken this session as far as we can for tonight and, I fear, the oil may not help you until we can talk again.” Every instinct within her decent soul screamed against this suggestion but even that crescendo was insufficient to drown the fear, physical pain and cold sweats that.