Bec’s mother looked carefully at the painting on the wall but she didn’t say anything. I’ve seen a couple of nurses scowling at the painting but...nobody has told us to clean it off so that’s a bit weird.Bec’s mother also looked at the drawings of the cat which was stuck on the wall over the head of Bec’s bed. She looked at Bec and she said, “When did you draw this?”Bec shrugged and she said, “I don’t remember.” Then she looked at me and she said, “Was it yesterday or the day before?”I had to. ‘Last wish?’ I yelped. ‘Yes?’ ‘A kiss?’ ‘No.’ Without an overwhelming care or attention the tool sinking in my fold ripped it in two. I screamed like wild. Okay – you want fight – you get it. I don’t care if anyone hears me and comes here for the rescue. He twisted my hair around his fist and pulled me up so my back matched his chest. At the same time he held my hips so the cock wouldn’t slip. Those turned out to be the few seconds I needed to adjust my body to a new object inside and I. His mind was consumed by the lingerie in his hands. Stepping through the door, he was amazed at the space and appointments he saw. The whole back wall was mirrored. On the right side of the room were two pink silk horseshoe shaped chairs with a tiny table in between. To the left was a chaise lounge in matching pink silk. Carlos made his way quickly to the chaise. All that he could think of was lingerie and stockings against his skin. He was so close to that now. He dropped the items in his. I dressed in what I hoped was mildly provocative but not slutty. I knew of a couple locations that had dancing and considered them the best opportunity for assessing the field of candidates. I knew what I didn’t want as a partner; some macho jerk that might take control and alter the plans for his own gratification; some whimp that might pop like Bob before entry or some guy that might be playing multiple girls and leave with someone else. What I didn’t know was who I did want. I had never.