"Makes a change from my normal patients!" Ever consider being a sports doctor?"He looked surprised for a moment, then chuckled. "Not really, there's n...t much money in it, and besides, most professional sports people are men!"I laughed with him then added, "Well, maybe you could be St. Ursula's sports doctor!" I thought I already was!" he commented dryly as he picked up his notes. "Ah, so you're the young lady who lost her memory!"I put on a frown. "That could be me, but I've forgotten!"He. I just hope he doesn’t lose it, as you’ve worried over so many times in these last days,” said Owen. She sighed.“Yes, I really really hope he doesn’t, lose it that is. Sam is not a violent man; he’s a truly gentle soul. But this, the divorce, I’m going to be hurting him seriously bad; I feel so guilty,” said Abigail.“Yes, as do I. But we’ve talked about this. Divorces happen. All we can do is the best we can do. I love you, Abby, have since the first moment I saw you in the parking lot. There. Heated bodies undulate slowly. Flashes of light, hungry moans filling the air. Coupling there in the cacophony of raging night and furious need. Her head thrown back as he lunges beneath her, filling her, taking her completely. Savage movement – ravenous screams. Lost in his pleasure… and her own. He rises – masculine seed oozing from the warmth of sated cunt. She watches him through heavy eyes and drinks deeply of the glass of wine pressed slowly into a trembling hand. Fruity relief to a mouth. I slowly leaned forward, she did likewise, and our mouth’s met in a passionate kiss. She worked her tongue into my mouth, massaging mine, and trying to get as much of her juice as possible.Her hands clasped my belt, slowly undoing it. I ran my hands up her waist, settling on her breasts, they felt firm and stiff through her blouse, slightly bigger than a handful. My hands worked from the top button, undoing them down until her torso was bare, except for her black lacy bra.By now, Miss Smith had.