"You know you're probably right." Of course I am. Oh and by the way, just whose idea was it that you might both eventually need a good fucking?" That ...ice nurse Keighly, you know, Mony. She said they call it 'Therapeutic Sex', said to ask you all about it, that you benefited from quite a bit of that ... er ... special treatment, broken arm, cracked ribs and all."So that was how come Susan and Annabelle both had appointments with Gerald Armitage and a couple of male nurses from down in emergency. “Can I help with that?” I asked.“Sure,” Allison said, handing me the knife and stepping to the side. I cut through the watermelon, slicing it into pieces. Allison turned toward the cupboard to get bowls, but the bowls were on a shelf just out of her reach. I again came up behind her and reached over her this time to get the bowls. As I did so, I pressed my body against her, rubbing my crotch on her butt.Allison turned around, still with my body pressed against hers. She looked up into my eyes,. The more I look, the more I fantasize. I wonder what it will feel like to touch. I picture myself stroking up and down its long length, and then perhaps tasting its succulent tip with my tongue. Then I imagine myself being fucked by it, provided I can even be fucked by it. It's mushroom head looks to be nearly the size of my fist. I can't imagine being able to accept a thing of such enormous dimensions."I hope you like my outfit," You interrupt my pleasant fantasy with another. "I certainly. The important part." He grinned, and I knew he had almost told me too much.I chuckled. "Oh wow. And Wilkerson agreed?" Yep." His smile was as broad as ever. "Even Andres Zucher agreed you'd be good for the job." Wow."Percy stuck out his hand. "You will thoroughly enjoy your new job, I think, and I think you'll do it well. Don't let us down." Thank you sir, I won't." I shook his hand firmly.He laughed again, took another deep swig of his beer, and headed back to his apartment carrying the.