"Why would you say that? If you only knew how much we talk about you in bed when we have sex..." Did he just say what I thought he said? His blue eyes...are watching me with affection but I can see lust as his gaze drifts down to my breasts and back up again. There's no question now that he's interested because I had never once caught him staring at me the way he is now."You...you guys talk about me in bed?" I'm shocked but turned on as I try to picture my friends imagining me in bed with them.. She was a fine one too, with a satchel full of marvelous equipment and potions that had me fixed up and feeling as if I were slightly inebriated in only a few minutes. She pricked me with a pin that had a glass vial attached to it, cut the arrowhead out of my arm with a small blade and sewed me up with stitches that were as perfect as the ones that ma's new Singer sewing machine made. Coleen even patched up three of the five Indians who were still alive. She expertly set two broken arms and. ‘What’s going on in your head this time?’ she asked after joining Billie in the kitchen. ‘Take whatever you want and put it into the refrigerator so I know how much is left.’ ‘Are you going to tell me what we’re doing first? Or am I going to keep asking until I get it right?’ ‘Trust me, okay? You’ll approve . . . and love it. Fill a container with what you consider a meal.’ Eleanor did as directed. Soon they had all the containers full. Billie looked at the stacks of individual meals and. " I let go of her hair, and tell her to go clean up. Afew minutes later she came back in the living room and I told her to removethe bra and panties and threw a green dress at her feet. She did as shewas told. We got in the car drove to the pharmacy store. We went to therear of the store and there was this one lonely guy at the counter, withwire-rimmed glasses and in need of a shave. "Go up to him and ask him for the pills. If he doesn't have it find astore that does, and do not come.