‘So much you bear because of me,’ she whispered, her eyes darting from his fingers to his face and back again. ‘Yet you have the heavier burden,...�� he teased, inclining his head and kissing her, feeling his beard brush her skin as her arms entwine themselves carefully around his neck. Once more his lips sought hers, opening, firm but yielding to become surprisingly soft and sensitive. Again, she opened to him, offering her lips as a gateway to herself. For a brief, yet eternal second, he. 'When I arrived, she met me at the door in her nightgown... not even a robe tonight! Surprisingly, she was very upset and I could see that she had been crying. (if this is what happens when she is upset... what happens when she is really happy!! -- I would find out about that on another occasion.) She invited me to the sofa, and we began to talk. It turns out her friend, an old college associate and coincidently Suzanne's cousin, was in trouble. He was being investigated by the local police,. The faint noise was coming from outside my hospital room.My body was sore. I didn't remember much of what happened except my car going off the road. I grabbed my room remote on the tray by my bedside and pressed the nurse button. It wasn't long before there was a knock on the door as it opened. A middle-aged doctor who looked like he was going through a mid-life crisis walked in."Ah, you finally woke up Kyle. I'm, Doctor Mosley," he said in an upbeat tone, "Do you remember anything?" He. Not with Jason here.”“He’s dead to the world.”“Don’t look,” she said. “I’m going to put my pajamas on.”Doug half complied with her request. She pulled off her clothes, put on loosely fitting pajamas, and lay down on the futon beside Jason -- who was now snoring. Doug pulled off his blue jeans and shirt and curled up with her, cradling one of her breasts in his hand.“Doug, we can’t do this.” But she felt desire, a familiar ache radiating through her crotch. It had been a week since she had.