Oh there were loads of nice things, but nothing that made us shout, “Eureka”, if you know what I mean. The last shop we entered, we star...ed chatting, well, I did, to a very sexily dressed young woman. I asked her where she had purchased her outfit and explained to her that Tom and I had been searching all over Edinburgh for something very special, but, to no avail. She told us that her husband had brought it back from Manchester, where he had been on a recent business. He was looking down at me, and the fire danced across his features. In the past year, he had stopped going for the clean shaven look, allowing a well groomed trace of stubble to cover his strong jaw line, meeting over his chin and above his lip. When he smiled, it was always just slightly crooked – so slight I often wondered if anyone noticed it but me – and he showed all of his perfect white teeth. Many times, it was still very much a boyish grin that lit up his green eyes. He wore his hair a. Baby, my fingers feel so good. I'm using one finger right now. Can I add another one? Beep “Ooooh, that's better. Two fingers. Yesss. It feels so good, baby. But it's not as good as your cock. Nothing can replace you. I'm moving my fingers slowly in and out, teasing my hole for you. Can I play with my clitoris?" Beep "Should I rub it in small, soft circles?" Beep Beep "Oh? You want me to rub it in small, hard circles?" Beep "Of course. I should know better. Beep "I am using my thumb to press. Airbags are rather violent, but the burn's a lot better than you bouncing around the inside of your car. Your side airbag tried, but it didn't stop the guy that hit you. You get a rebuild of previous work, it appears. I'm not the guy who'll do that. In the morning you get an orthopedic surgeon." That bad?" I asked. Jo's face was serious. Smile was missing."You took an impact, apparently a bit ahead of your pelvis, because that's not broken. The impact displaced the hardware from your previous.