God, I’m such a pussy. I grabbed my cell and called the number. I didn’t want to over-analyse it, which is what I do for a profession. Man is it ...ard to turn off. I listened to it ring once, twice, thr- ‘Hello Dr. Robbins office. How may I assist you?’ answered a very feminine voice. ‘Um, hi, yes, hello. Umm I didn’t think anyone would answer. Um, my friend, Mike Yoder gave me this number. I, ugh’ Could I sound any less intelligent? ‘Yes Mike did call. He’s so sweet and so handsome too! Don’t. Go on, get ready for bed, we'll see how you feel in the morning." Okay," I whisper as I head up the stairs, stopping at my bedroom toremove my dress before heading into the bathroom, where I let out a longsigh. A quick glance in the mirror is all I need to confirm that mymake-up is destroyed, and as I set about removing it and washing my faceclean, I feel my stomach start to churn yet again.Would it really be THAT bad to just throw up once? I think to myself asI head toward the toilet bowl.. They did not grip but caressed my scalp, further encouragement if any were needed. For some reason a thought, unbidden came to me and I nearly giggled. The words my Dad often quoted, words from Winston Churchill. ‘Let us therefore brace ourselves to our duties.’ Brace myself I did indeed and went to my duties with renewed vigour. Perhaps the Prime Minister’s words were as inspiring now as in 1940. The sole inspiration I needed though was the delicious prize of Emily Tibbett’s orgasm. With. The black bra had ribbon trim woven into the lace at the tops of the cups that showed in a subtle sexual way through the gauze-like material of her blouse. The movie was not keeping either of our attentions. Her round full breasts were much more appealing to me and the bulge in my silk pants kept demanding her touch. The movie soon faded to background as our touching and fondling grew more insistent. “Why don’t you go take that pill Craig gave you?” Rhea suggested. I smiled. “I did about an.