Theman finally let go and stepped back.Chris could hardly move; her clothes were too tight. She heaved causingher glistening breasts to bounce in the...light. Her sweaty skin onlyadded to her sexiness and the smell of arousal was quite apparent. "Are you going to sign?" the man raised an eyebrow."Yes..." again Chris had lost all exterior capacity for observation. Shemade the signature as soon as a pen was handed to her with no problem.Oddly enough, the signature looked just like her old. I couldn't stand on the leg but it was to pretty much immobelised and I was getting about on crutches. It was about half an hour after dinner and I was in bed without the sports brace when in walked an auxiliary to take my tray accompanied by Julie, the nurse from a couple of days back. The auxiliary left and Julie followed her to the door, closed it and turned to me with a big smile, saying that she had assisted in the theatre when I had my op. It was customary to fit male patients with a tube. Her panty outline was clearly visible and she was wearing a white one (which I later found out). At this moment she did caught me red handed once again by turning her head back far what I am looking at. I was embarrassed and looked down and she gave a naughty smile. Once in living room I sat on the sofa and she did sit on a sofa chair. Offered me drink to which I asked for beer. She went in to kitchen and got the bottle beer and for herself she came with glass & bottle wine which I gave it to. I watched her wary expression with casual indifference; she looked as if she thought that I was going to launch myself at her at any moment. I drank in her naked beauty, letting my eyes roam over her body appreciatively.“I ... I thought that you promised me that you wouldn’t rape me again! Huh!?” she accused crossly.She was much less angry than last night, at least. I bet that I was right—no matter that it was me—she’d needed the fuck that she’d gotten, especially after all of the stress we’d.