Terry's hands would start toroam, and we'd kiss. I'd keep the jersey on to tease him. "Are you to touching my breasts or Overstreet's?" I'd say."Yours... And it's Ovechkin." So you like me wearing the shirt now, huh?" I'd tease."Jersey. It's a jersey. Or a sweater."I sat up. I scowled. "You have your hands on my girls, and you want toargue about what it's called?"He shrugged. "I like your girls." Mmmm," I'd say."You have the most delicious bumps in my jersey," he said."So you admit that the. She was a very pretty brunette with a great figure. It was not just her looks that drew my attention, but also the fact that she was friendly and did not try to show me up in the way that some of the ‘experienced’ nurses did with the green junior doctors. It was at the end of a particularly long shift as I was trudging out of the hospital, when Alice came up behind me and said, ‘Simon you really look beat. You live halfway across town, why don’t you come and crash at my digs.’ Tired though I. "Good, good. You will of course, be compensated for these services, Carol."Remembering what had happened last time that I had protested that I wasn't a whore, I kept silent on the subject and just offered my thanks to Mr Foster for his consideration. "One last thing, Carol, Mr Sato, the gentleman whom you will be entertaining, has requested that you wear a cream coloured trouser suit with black, lacy briefs - not a thong - and no blouse or bra under the jacket. Can you remember that?"I smiled. Then he went to his dresser and grabbed some black dress socks, fresh underwear, and a white t-shirt from their respected drawers. He quickly dropped the towel that was around his waist and got dressed in the fresh clothes, remembering to grab his belt from the top of his dresser. He then went into his night stand and pulled out his holstered .357 Magnum and federal agent badge. He put on the badge and shoulder holster. He pulled out the shiny silver pistol, and a rag from the night stand.