While we were at her mum's I could tell from the way she kept looking at me that she was planning something. She had that smoldering look in her eyes ...hat sent pulses straight to my cock. After a couple of hours the other couple who were there decided to go to the shop for more supplies of food for the barbecue we were about to start. I had gone into the kitchen for something when Kim followed me in and stood against the work surface with her back to the window so her mum didn't see anything.. I had a plan. I would go to her apartment, knock on her door and ask if she was alright. And if I felt really courageous, I’d ask her about that list of songs. * * * * * I woke up in that hateful bed, with the very fitting number 666 glued to the sidebar, a few weeks after the start of the chemotherapy, sick as a dog. The chemo had not been to play with, and the team of doctors had gone all in to ‘destroy what needed to be destroyed’, and me with it, as I had grumpily told them. The doctors. Why would I..?Her-Don’t lie. You only said that I look hot.Me-you do look hot.Her-so why didn’t you take the pic..?Me-i did.Her-let me see the pics.And then she forced me to send her cleavage pic and I sent her the most decent cleavage pic. And the she was like “my cleavage is that small?”Me-“no. Its the picture that’s bad”She-so you have a better pic?Me-yes but I can’t send it.She-whyMe-you’ll think bad about me.She-just send the picAnd then I sent her the pic with the deep cleavage and she. He withdrew a small pen light from his shirt pocket and shined it inmy eye bending low to examine my eye's reaction to the light, "wow, youhave incredible looking eyes, can you follow the light for me withoutturning your head?" My eyes tracked back and forth as he moved the lightfrom right to left."Good," he said moving the light high drawing a large square in the spacejust inside the space of one's normal field of vision. My field ofvision, unknown to him was a bit wider." Excellent. Are.