.." she trailed off suggestively.Heidi snorted disgustedly, "And why would I give you anything?" It's the least you could do," her mother said, "After...I put up with you for all those years. I'm your mother, for Christ's sake, your own flesh and blood." You were no mother to me," Heidi said, but really just wanted to get out of there. Nothing she could say would make her mother feel guilty or sorry, it was no use even talking to her.Heidi started to open the driver's door."Say goodbye to Fitzroy. I wore a slate gray shirt over black trousers, the required uniform for patient transporters. Deep crow’s feet lined the corners of my eyes, bearing testament to a life filled with struggle. A jagged scar ran horizontally on my cheek just below my eye. It was a reminder of past sins. My dark hair was long and liberally salted with gray. I kept it pulled back in a ponytail. I was fit, the result of walking twelve miles a day. Every day I transported patients all over the hospital on a gurney or. You feel my chest. Your hand is on my heart and you feel the beating just inches from your fingers.Slowly you slip your hand lower, across my stomach, stretching your fingers and feeling my muscles move as I breathe. Deeply, slowly. In and out. Your hand feeling every breath, and then you slide your hand a little lower and feel me. You feel me grow hard as you hold me, grow harder as your fingers caress me. You feel my body move beneath you as your fingers wrap around my shaft. My eyes open in. Though I only just met him, it seems effortless for him, natural. My eyes wander to his hands. His large, creative hands, and my insides twitch imagining them at work. When my eyes flicker back to his face, I notice I’m biting my lip, and I blush. hen I blush harder because I know I’m blushing. Eugene shakes gently with laughter, his large smile showing his neat teeth. “What?” he asks, crossing his arms. “Nothing,” I reply, shaking my head and looking anywhere but at him. When I do get the.