She promised she would text me with updates on how she was getting on before we heard a knock on her hotel door from room service and she let me go. I...woke on the hour every hour with anticipation of her text messages which proved especially vague and not half as frequent as I would have liked. This only heightened my sense of curiosity as I wondered what she was up to. Her last message read; ‘Met a few girls, having a good night, think I might head out a little later with them. Will keep you. Why I programmed a slight stubborn streak in her in the initial phase, still remains a mystery to me, but I decide to test just how stubborn she’s going to be about it. Moving my left hand onto the synthi flesh of her right leg, caressing it up and down,each time going closer to her nether region.“Fuck that hurt!” as her right hand comes down like a guillotine blade onto the hand. Pulling it back to my chest before she get’s anymore ideas of how to stop me.“Doctor Cole said rest, not sex!’ her. ” Claire had forgotten how long it had been. “He was my boyfriend before Peter. Remember now?”Ellen remembered. “It must be thirty years Claire. He came to the house one summer. I was going on holiday with Mum and Dad. I was out and he’d gone before I got back. Mum and Dad didn’t like him at all, if I remember rightly. They thought you could do better. Didn’t you invite him back while we were away, you dirty girl?” she giggled. “Dad was very relieved when you married Peter. God, our parents. ” I was definitely getting excited. “It’s good to meet you, I’m Frank.” We walked towards the fork talking, while I secretly hoped the conversation would heat up before we separated; she was gorgeous and I would do anything to have the privilege of peeling the clothes off her body. My luck peaked as she said, “So Frank, do you have a girlfriend?” “Yes, I do, but we have only been dating a couple months.” “Oh yea, well I’ve been married for twelve years now.” “That seems like a long time.”.