But things are improving.’ The doctor said quietly. ‘May I see her?’ Charles asked. The doctor raised one finger and then disappeared behind the...door. Charles grabbed Kathleen and hugged her. ‘Did you hear that? Her fever broke. It might be all right now.’ He held her tight. She could feel his arms holding her and she didn’t want the feeling to end. They released each other as the doctor opened the door. ‘You may see her for a short time and please be quiet. She is still very weak.’ Charles. My fingers barely touching her hardening clit. She let me know she liked it with louder moans. The tips of my fingers tickled and teased her clit. I watched her writhe as I masturbated her pussy. I continued for minutes. "Don't stop," she said in a slightly huskier voice than normal. I did as told. Her writhing grew stronger. She began to stiffen. A louder low moan came from her throat, and she came. She shuddered for a while, and I slowed, but didn't stop, my clit teasing."Put your finger in,". What’s your name?’ ‘Elizabeth. Most people call me Beth, though. You are lucky to live her all the time. We live in London. My Dad’s a Bank Manager.’ ‘Never been to London. What’s it like?’ ‘You’ve never been to London? How old are you?’ Jack bridled at the implied criticism. If he were honest, the furthest he had ever been was Plymouth. But he had sailed far and wide with the fishing boats and could navigate from here to Brittany. He could hand reef and steer and repair the clunky old diesel. Wow! what a lot of photographs of Mr Strauss, Cissy thought, scanning the veritable exhibition of stiff young men in uniform. In rows, in formal groups, in informal parties, at presentations, massed on parade grounds – static and marching, virtually all moustached men with heavy looking metal helmets with cute pointy bit at the top. She spotted Pops in only two shots, much newer and more modern, of two mature men in, to her, comically weird casual clothing, sporting rows of medals and besides.