Joan began rocking slowly back and forth and reached down and caressed his face. Her body was flushed red with excitement. Her nipples hard and pointe.... She moved her hand from his face to her pulsing clitoris. Joan's breathing was irregular and she was panting with desire. Jim reached up and cupped her tits. He tweaked and lightly pinched her nipples. His body was humping toward Joan. Joan cried out, "Ahhhh Jim, Ahhh fuck, Ahhh I'm coming." Jim held her while she trembled and shook with her. She sighed and locked her nose against his, smiling like she had a deep secret. He played with her nipples and teased her with his tongue, then he once again sucked her nipple in, only to achieve what he wanted and that was to make her cum again. She pushed him backwards and he lay at her feet, she found his buckle and undid his belt. Quickly with all the experience she could master, she had his jeans off in no time. There underneath all that denim was his cock, so hard and throbbing for her. He held up two shiny brass casings–the ones that had held the bullets I’d fired through Deadman’s body. “These were taken from the victim’s firearm by the witness at the time of the conversation. A minor point, but a signal piece of physical evidence that corroborates her statement that she shot the Hellrider in an attempt to stop him from raping her.” Aitch put the casings away. “What is your answer, Undertaker?” “Irene,” asked Deadman slowly, “did you say all that to Aitch? Did you give him. The night and the following morning passed quietly, and I decided to go out of the hospital for lunch, since Jo was asleep. When I returned to Jo’s room, I found two doctors conversing at the foot of her bed, and two nurses attending Jo. “What’s going on?” I asked as I stepped in the doorway.Her primary doctor turned to me. “Mister Hickman, Jo has an infection, which does sometimes happen after surgery. Her temperature is up, and she was not very responsive when we tried to wake her for.