The meds were making me feeble minded, too. I couldn’t believe I’d forgotten it was time for my monthly appointment.Out in the waiting room I stop...ed at the reception desk to make an appointment for the following Monday. When I’d finished I turned and almost stepped on a small person with a high voice.“You got a bad ticker, mister?” she asked. Maybe nine years old, my little assailant was dressed in jeans, cowboy boots, and a red bandana. “Dr. Roberts says mine’s gonna kill me if I don’t get a. It felt like it had been reamed by a bat handle, and in a way it had. Rick's cock was huge. Sitting down now was not particularly pleasant, though she was glad to be back at work if only to rest up a little.Midway through the afternoon, she was visited by Gary Frye, a colleague from the first floor. She'd always avoided him because he so obviously considered himself a ladies' man. His swagger and come-on manner always irritated her, and she'd played it cool with him. As long as there was one. “So how come two pieces of cake are missing?” she snapped. “Looks all there to me Mum” he said, eyeing the cake and seeing where he had pushed the two ends together after cutting two slices. He only intended taking one slice but it was so nice he couldn’t help himself. “Really?” Audrey said, exasperated, pointing directly at the cut “So it wasn’t you then?” “No Mum” Ryan said sounding indignant. “Well who else could it have been? No one else has been here have they?” . Her body felt limp and surprisingly tender in my arms as I lifted her into sitting position. Supporting her back, I brought the glass to her lips. She moistened them, and glanced at me. I waited as she sipped some more water, then lowered her gently down again. “Do you really care for me,” she said. “No, I just want to fuck you,” I said nervously. Her good eye filled with amusement, the other remained disturbingly dead. “There is something appealing about you,” she said. “My mother used to.