This palm-lined dream life, this make believe world where anything was possible — and nothing was real. He returned to the hospital every Sunday aft...rnoon until she was released, and when he moved to Boston, when he took a fellowship at Mass Gen, she followed a few weeks later. He felt safe again in Boston, safely away from Beverly Hills and all the hidden possibilities he’d accumulated there. They remarried a few weeks after she came, and he became all too aware that she was anything but well.. When the buzzer sounded, Pete didn’t show any emotion. He didn’t ask if I was expecting someone, or who it might be. He just nodded when I said, “I’d better see who that is.”I knew who it was, but I was still taken aback when I opened the door. Kim had been to the hairdressers. Her chestnut ringlets had been chopped off and replaced with a red-dyed page cut. Her face was heavily made up. In a black leather jacket, a figure-hugging red dress, black nylons and high heels, she looked spectacular.. Michael grunted softly, feeling a heat creeping up his face and a trickle of sticky pre-cum drip from the tip of his penis down his thigh. His fingers began to massage his groin. She moved lithely over to the bed, tossing her clothing into the hamper as she went. Every movement she made seemed exaggerated to his eye. The ache in his crotch was intense. He was breathing hard now. ‘Look away! Look away!’ But he couldn’t. He felt his body tensing. As she reached her bunk, she bent to pick up her. .. never! ... and the freedom that gave her to lie there and think about things was the most precious thing she felt like she'd ever been given. She squeezed the stiff organ tentatively, knowing that the thing in her hand wouldn't hurt her. Now, curiosity began to come to the fore."How do you do that?" she asked."Do what?" It's hard again! It's shot off twice and it's still hard!" Yeah," he sighed. "Pretty strange, huh." That's no answer," she said into his chest. Her nose ran into something.