" God, I wish you were here, Janice." Harold told her. "I really need to be with you. I'd be lying if I didn't tell you that I'm getting myself worked...up, and it's hard to have you so far away."Janice giggled. "I imagine it's hard. Really hard. Is it hard now?" Yes." If I was there, I'd let you spank me, for going away for so long. You'd lift my skirt, and pull down my panties, and blister my ass for staying away. And when you saw the juices running down my thighs, you could punish me with that. Just after noon one of my cop ‘friends’ called. “John I know you don’t ordinarily work with the cops, but a local homeless man got killed. He did a bit several years ago so he would have qualified for FreeBird services. I just wondered if you had come across him.”“I don’t know cons are like war vets, way to many of them are homeless. The weather is about to turn, so they are looking for places to squat. They are coming into contact with people they don’t usually see. So, who was it who got. The room seemed vaguely familiar with its freshly painted walls. They had chosen a deep eggplant shade in sharp contrast to the hospital white that had previously adorned them. As his vision cleared, he could begin to see his wife’s naked form lying beneath the warm covers of their bed. Her long brown tresses flowed over her shoulders like a waterfall. It was funny how even after ten years together looking at her semi-naked body could still make his body respond. The familiar feeling of blood. But the sound of his voice, deep, husky... virile sounding had somehow assured her that he wasn't some weird creep that she had anything to be afraid of. Why, she didn't know. But even as his hands caressed her and began gingerly teasing her extended nipples to even greater firmness, she felt no fear, only a heightened sense of awareness and arousal as she began to more fully succumb to his manipulations."Come with me," he coaxed soothingly. Taking her hand, which she allowed, and followed,.