I opened the thicker looking bill first. Oh, I thought, not a bill. The letter began: 'A follow up appointment has been made for you with Miss Schuman... at the hand and wrist clinic at 14.30 on....' My heart leapt with excitement! I would see her again after all! But then...the nurse said a follow up would only be necessary if there was a problem. I felt okay, the swelling had subsided and I had very little pain, what could be wrong? I was worried now and the appointment was two weeks away. It. ”“Sure. Peachy. Can I go now? I’ll go through these documents and get back to you if I have any questions.”“That will be great.” Caleb answered beaming like he had won the lottery.“See you at home.” Tristan said to his dad and without a glance in Damon’s direction, left the office.Damon had followed the exchange between father and son and was just as surprised as Caleb. He kept picturing Tristan trembling against him and cursed himself for his lack of control even as he felt his cock harden in. “Tell me what you want.”“I don’t know what I want,” she said, knowing she was lying. She’d liked the feel of his hands on her breasts, even though it sucked the energy out of her.“Another massage?” he asked.She knew what that felt like, so she nodded, feeling a rush of comfort at being able to anticipate what would happen. That wasn’t so scary.“Take your clothes off,” he said.Her tension shot up. “All of them?” she asked.“Yes,” he said.“But...”“Take your clothes off,” he said firmly.She. Breadsticks, cheese, strawberries and melon. Finally two wine glasses and their favorite white wine. Checking in the mirror one last time knowing He would be pleased, she went to meet Him.As she crossed the lush grass in the park, she saw Him waiting there, watching for her, her pulse racing she ran to Him. When she reached the blanket He looked up at her and extended His hand, taking His hand she dropped to her knees beside Him. She poured the wine and they drank together as she served Him and.