It sure doesn’t leave much to the imagination,” I said with a grin.Karen didn’t say anything but her eyes were glued to my crotch and my growing...hard-on.Then I noticed the few wispy pubic hairs poking out the sides of the tiny triangular patch covering her pussy.“But before you wear that tiny little suit out in public you will need a bit of a haircut,” I commented with fatherly concern. “Do you want Uncle Ronnie to trim you up a little?”I took the opportunity to reach down and give a couple of. His mouth opened. He drooled. He let go of the stethoscope and touched her breast with his fingers, not believing it was real. He grabbed it and massaged it, and then began to play with Amber’s nipple. In the background of his mind, he heard candy wrappers rustling, and then fingernails scratching into a near empty candy bowl. He glanced away from Amber’s tit just in time to see three hands vying for the last few pieces of candy in the bowl. He looked up to the perfect breast bathed in the soft. ’ The next morning, it was all over the newspapers, radio, TV…all of it, every word I said that day, another complete rehash of every detail of the car incident and the house event, my current state of recovery, and some very erroneous ‘information’ about my past history. I felt like a Hollywood movie star betrayed in a cheap grocery store tabloid. Yes, even they got into the fray. I was, according to them, romantically involved with the lady who did the CPR (whom I’ve met exactly once with. "I said it would happen," said Kevin."I'm sorry." Don't be, you are a better horn player than me, but I'm sure I'm farbetter than you on the violin." Since I've never tried, I'm sure you're right."I was glad that he wasn't upset. I looked at what we'd been given; TheArmed Man - A Mass for Peace by Karl Jenkins and Beethoven's NinthSymphony."I've never heard of the Karl Jenkins piece," I said quietly. "In factI've never heard of Karl Jenkins. Doesn't Beethoven's Ninth have a choralmovement?".