I'm sorry. I don't know what you did, but it must have been pretty bad."I was in shock. I skipped my first class and ran to my apartment to call her t...ere. Her mother answered; "Oh Hi Sig. I'm sorry but Suzanne is not here, and won't be anytime soon. She's transferring to a school out west, just outside Chicago. She and her brother left with a trailer full of stuff yesterday. She said you did something horrible Sig, but wouldn't talk about it. You hurt her awful Sig. I don't know what to tell. Donaldson, please prepare an injection of Terbutaline and administer it intravenously to my corporeal self. Once you have completed that you must monitor my blood pressure and pulse rate."Then she questions, "Masha, do you possess a fetal heart rate monitor?"Masha answers, "I am sorry Miranda, I do not have that piece of equipment."Mira continues, "Then Ms. Donaldson, you must also use a stethoscope to monitor the heart rate of my fetus."I begin to monitor Mira's and her baby's heart rate and. This story took place some years ago, back before AIDS raised its ugly head and before newspapers and TV began to use it as an excuse to write and speak about things such as 'vaginal sex' and penis and other titillating words designed to increase readership and viewership. Back when rubbers where still called scumbags and were used only to prevent unwanted pregnancies. Back before every street walker knew to carry 'raincoats' and to insist on their usage. Back when men understood that it was. We leaned to each other and began more deep passionate kissing. We opened our mouths to each other tasting each other. I reached up and began to gently squeeze her breasts, without really touching the nipples too much. Then as our kissing became more passionate I took her nipples in my hand, squeezed them and rolled their hard tips between my thumb and index finger. ‘That is so nice’ she sighed. I then moved my mouth down to her breasts kissing all around her nipple before taking it into my.