She'dbeen in to his office the previous week for the initial prep and blooddraw. Now Dr. Stevens had the results and was presenting Fran with thetrea...ment he was prescribing. The man was very up front about it.Almost to the point of being brutal. All part of Mr. D's approach toscreening out the "wannabes" by scaring them off."Alright Frank," he'd started off and did so making a point to use Fran'smasculine name, "here's what we're going to do. You're already familiarwith the drugs on this. I wondered what had happened to Lynn, so I looked in the living room. She was standing in front of my son offering him her hand. He tentatively shook hers and then ran in the general direction of his room. We heard the door slam and I turned to look at Lynn. She was wearing an outfit similar to mine, but she had chosen a pair of heals. Her breasts were smaller than mine, but also more perky. She also had one of those butts that you just want to lay your head on and never move. Her skin was only. She gave me some beanie weenies and crackers for lunch and then one of her oldest sons showed up. She was introducing me when he said something about “why my momma gotta bring home some cracker”. Katherine got really mad at her boy and yelled at him and told him to leave. As he was leaving he did some weird sign with his fingers and hand, I hate when them k**s do that shit! She was apologizing to me when she went to kiss me on the cheek, but I turned towards her and for the first time, I felt. I had been over at her house for the weekend, sleepovers planned. It was late, nearly midnight, and we were playing like children on the bed, not like the mature, 19-year-old best friends we were. We were simply tickling each other until we couldn’t take it anymore. Her fingers worked endlessly on my sides, our hair tussled and messed as we fought. I kicked her off with a triumphant laugh, rolling over so I was sitting on top of her, straddling her waist. I was hunched over, tickling her.