”She opens the belt-buckle on my pants, unsnaps them and slowly pulls my pants off. As she stands, she rubs her hands on my groin and up to the bott...m hem of my shirt. She smiles and lifts my t-shirt up and over my head. She giggles as she bends down to take my socks off. She sits squarely in front of me and looks me in the face. She smiles and places her hands on the hem of my underwear. Her eyes never deviate from mine as she slowly lowers my last remaining article of clothing.After removing. Not only did we triple check the results along with a double confirmation of the DNA sample provided by you three.”“As you know by now Wendy gave birth a boy and a girl. It would have been much more difficult to tell you who owned which baby had she birthed two boys or two girls.”“It is my extreme pleasure to announce that, you, Dan and Karen, are the parents of the baby boy and Wendy and Dan, you are the parents of the baby girl.”“I always wanted to have a little girl!” Wendy announced looking. . and another one... as my smile dissapeared my sisters cleaveage slowly but surely appeared in front of me... mom was talking but i wasnt listening at all no... i was pretty much speechless as Jessy lowered her hands and asked me, with, to me, yet unknown confidence in her voice "Is this better, boss? Does it look good enough for me to keep my job, or... " Jessy teased me, she paused shortly as her hands reached for the next button and my heart pumped blood so hard to where it shouldnt " ...do. ”“But everything was clean last time,” I protested.“That’s true. But we’re looking deeper now. It could all be metabolic. It could be some kind of chemical imbalance. It could be a tumor. It could be blood clots.”“Wouldn’t the CT have detected those last time?”“Not necessarily. As you like to point out, quite annoyingly, medicine is an art, not a science. Yes, there’s a lot of science, but there’s a lot we don’t know. And that’s where the difference between a good doctor and a great one makes a.