As usual, I slipped my shoes and socks off, then took off my jeans, hung them over the back of the chair, and got up on her padded table. I had jarred...my tailbone and it was uncomfortable, so I was rather more circumspect than normal. As always, Pat noted this as she went to work. She worked on my feet, found the problem, and worked on it. We chatted as normal, but in a rather more desultory fashion than usual. She seemed distracted. She finished with my feet and I got down and stripped to my. "It was nice, Gabby, a beautiful wedding."The work at the hospital looks interesting. Have you met Miss Eve yet?"Gabby was disappointed. Right now, she really needed a friend, and Julie wouldn't even talk to her about a wedding!She had to say her piece, whatever the consequences.Gabby lowered her voice, and motioned Julie closer."Julie, I'm a little bit worried about Eve Hunter. I don't like the sound of what she wants me to do at the new hospital."I should be over there today, but I don't want. This made me even more moist.While still moving my hand further up her leg, I pulled her shirt up a little and kissed her toned stomach. She drew in her breathe and her tummy, enjoying every kiss I gave her, as I tried to move up further. I moved to take her shirt off her, she helped me and threw it across the room. I was really starting to get hot when I saw her amazing naked boobs, so soft and perky. I just had to taste them. I leaned over and sucked on her beautiful nipples, while my hand. I’m new in town and I hate it already. Canadians of all colors are such fakes and flakes. Especially those I’m related to. Man, my family is simply insane. Doesn’t matter which branch of them I’m dealing with. How in hell can people be this way? Must be something in the blood. Such malevolence doesn’t happen by accident. Male and female alike, they’re all messed up. It seems my family is exclusively made up of sociopaths, man-haters, racists who hate their own, and other nutcases. I came to.