....softly I whisper his name as my fingers begin to circle my juicy clit.... "Baby "......gently I lick my lips as I lift my my right breast and kiss...my nipple.... What is it about this man....I kiss my nipple ever so gently remembering how his lips felt...... I run my tongue over it at the same time my finger goes over my clit inhaling deeply the scent that is him...... What is it about this man.... Mmmmmmm.....why can't I answer this question.....i begin to roll my nipples between my to. Everything that was on the bill of lading was on the truck. He pulled away and I was left there with a room full of partly opened boxes and crates and a sinking feeling that I’d never see that self-portrait again.I got everything stowed correctly, stacking the empty crates against a wall. We’d probably need them again sometime soon. If it hadn’t been for the arrival of the Fedex guy, I’d have rushed home and demanded to know who had been in the studio. It didn’t look like it had been broken. And he hurt! His head throbbed and his chest felt like a truck was parked on it. His right arm was in a cast from elbow to wrist, how did that happen? Just then, the door opened and a white uniformed figure moved next to the bed.Jake squinted and said, “Who are you?”Nurse Sara Douglas’ face fell into a sorrowful mask. Please, lord, not again she silently prayed.Then the heavily bandaged figure smiled at her, “Gotcha,” he said.Sara let out a whoop, “I’ll get you for that, Mr. Smarty. She was calling Cathy’s house for the 50th time, hoping to hear his voice. All she kept getting was an answering machine that seemed to be broken. She knew how she felt and could only imagine how lost and helpless Seth felt. ‘God! Who doesn’t have a cell phone?’ she asked herself as she slammed down the phone. She lay back on her bed and tried to think. Molly rested her chin in her hand and started biting her nails, which was a terrible habit she developed as a young child whenever she was.