“I know what goes on down there, afterhours.”Denise, already lit up like a Roman candle, violentlyshook her head. “Not me!” sh... denied. “Not on your life.”Then she broke out laughing and exclaimed: “At least nothere!”Grinning hugely, Ed stood undecidedly in the door. Thenhe gave her a wave and let the door close. Deniselistened to his footfalls receding down the hall. “Whew!” she said, fanning her face. “That was. I was in a quandary of what to do next when Surgeon Armityge appeared. He quickly summed up the situation."Send a messenger to Branston Manor; place the unwounded prisoner in the town jail, put the two bodies in the morgue, and I will attend to the wounded man in my surgery, which is next door to the morgue. As for the bargee, give him a promissory note and tell him to return tomorrow and see the Regimental Paymaster."Armityge was so much more than a surgeon, and I thanked him for his advice."I. “Oh, you've even burned your poor kitty. We need to take care of that.”I felt more gel drip down directly onto my most intimate areas then her fingers were gently sliding back and forth over them. She spread the gel all around making sure that I was completely moisturised then the tip of her finger slipped between my lips, then down over my throbbing clit. I had no control over my hips as they pushed up back against her touch. She went up and down several times then as she went back up I pushed. That meant Ramsey had to go away for a 10 nights from Friday evening to the following Sunday all expenses paid (else he wouldn't have gone). When he found out he couldn't wait to tell anyone who would listen, including Jane. Jane was delighted because the first weekend coincided with our tennis weekend away (why bother to tell him when he would be away anyway).So on the appointed day Jane drove Ramsey to the airport the afternoon before we set off for our match. She then had to quickly pack her.