I helped Suzanne clear the table. She cornered me in the kitchen. "All right, what's going on between you and Kelley?" she asked."I don't know what yo...'re talking about," I said, playing dumb.She let me off easily. "Bring the cake and a knife, Honey. I've got the plates and the coffee."After cake and coffee, Kelley helped Suzanne in the kitchen while Mr. Oldham and I retired to the sunroom. He wanted to talk business, and I was happy to oblige him, until he asked if I'd changed my thinking. ”He kissed me, hard. “Thanks for saying that, baby,” he said, “but I want to show you something.”“Hmmm? What?”He took one of my hands, led it to his cock -- he was semi-hard! Usually, after sex, although he is very affectionate, that part of him is, well, deflated.“You’ve got a bit of an erection, I thought you were all used up.”“If you think that’s a little erection, tell me you’ve decided you will meet Russ in Denver and see what happens.”I could feel him, feel the pulse there.“Is that what. Susan is a clinical psychologist at the Seay Behavioral Health Center at the Texas Health Presbyterian Hospital, in Plano. The Wrachett's would benefit greatly by talking with her. I am so surprised that Sylvia has not sought help from her own hospital.Then again, I may see why if old man Hughes happened to find out about it. I suspect he would fire Nurse Wrachett on the spot upon knowing she sought help with a mental problem. I haven't even met the guy, but already I can almost picture him as. It must have been a document I needed for a case I was working on. It seemed important enough at the time that I didn't want to wait until Joanne came back to the office the next day.When I found the photographs in her desk drawer, though, I forgot all about what I was looking for. They were naked photos of Joanne. In the pictures, her hands were tied behind her back and she was blindfolded. In one picture she was kneeling in front of an oriental man, with his cock in her mouth. In another, she.