I’m seventy, not a teenager. I sometimes take days to recover!”“No! I don’t care - I will work on him now.” And she slid down me and started...to lick and clean and kiss me, ‘back to life,’ as she put it. Magician or witch? I don’t care because she did ‘magic’ me back to life and it seemed a very short space of time elapsed before Monica was sliding herself down on me and I was wearing her like a wonderfully tight, velvet glove.That most exquisite of feelings, but the feeling of Monica slipping. She moved closer to me and I could feel the heat of her breath on my neck as she whispered sweet words of comfort into my ear. I looked over at her and quickly, but softly placed my lips upon hers. I couldn’t believe what I was doing. I broke off the kiss slowly only to find her hands upon my neck beckoning me to return to her lip’s velvet embrace. I was only too happy to oblige. We gently allowed the spirit of the moment to allow our tongues to writhe around each other in a slow gyrating. Smythe," I said. "Usually when someone doesn't remember the details of an incident immediately afterward, it's because they're trying to hide something." I want a lawyer," she hissed at me. "You can't ask me questions without a lawyer present. I have the right to an attorney. I've seen every episode of Law and Order, I know my rights." Mrs. Smythe, you don't have the right to an attorney," I said."Yes I do," she said. "Don't I?" I just shook my head."You're the victim. You haven't been charged. Zed's train of thought jarred to a halt as the pickup's front wheel bounced off a boulder that had rolled down off the hillside into the left‑hand rut. He grabbed for the door handle with his right hand, his crippled left hand with its missing fingers braced against the seat as Old Tam wrestled the balky vehicle back into line."Hey, take it easy on Old Betsy," he cautioned his father. "You sure you don't want me to drive?" You just keep your trap shut, boy!" Tam glared at his son through.