Mimicking a character on a television horror show, he covered his mouth a little so as to change his voice and said, "Vell, vhat do you think doctor? ...he patient is in obvious need of some sort of penetration. Perhaps ve should surgically remove the necessary device from its current owner and allow the patient the opportunity to resolve the problem by herself." Then changing his voice again, he said, "Yes, I think dat ist a gut idea. Perhaps ve can chust find someone that will volunteer to. His wife trailed her nails up his back and over his shoulder as she walked past to the other chair, she didn't even give him a glance as she strolled past and moved slowly and purposefully so as to give the longest view of her attire and cause him to suffer the pleasure and torment it brought. Her heels where higher than he'd imagined, black platform peep-toe stilettos at the end of long bare legs, she wore an ultra short sheer dress that revealed her completely except for a push up bra giving. I’ll need you to sign it in. Can I be very bold?” I said. “Sure.” “Don’t sell the medals.” “No?” “I have a hunch. Just a feeling that you won’t need to.” After taking her details and completing the formalities, I said au revoir to Elizabeth, seeing her to her car. Afterwards I looked at the painting with as dispassionate eye as possible. All the ‘hallmarks’ were there. The lineaments of the figures, the bold colours, even tarnished by years of neglect were shouting the name of one of the. “Oh yes darling, I feel okay. I think your old mom has just had a little too much to drink. Is it me or is it really hot in here?”I noticed that the faraway look had returned. “Hold on a minute mom, I’m just going to the restroom and then I’ll get you home.”I had just finished relieving myself and was drying my hands when the Barman walked in..“I need a quiet word with you about your lovely mother. What’s her name again?” he asked, smiling at me.“Helen,” I replied, curious as to what he could.