Taylor cleared his throat. “The good news is, we ran some standard tests and everything checks out okay. No heart murmurs, no seizures, nothing seri...us. After looking into the report of what happened, I’m pretty sure I know what’s going on. It’s likely a genetic thing. We can run some more in-depth tests to confirm, but they’re expensive, and it’s usually faster to confirm diagnosis based on your response to treatment rather than waiting for tests to be processed.”“A genetic thing?” Warrick. While I love pantyhose just as much, I washoping, or should I say "fantasizing," they were a nice pair of thighhigh stockings with a nice dark welt on the tops hidden under her skirtand attached to a sexy open bottom girdle like the one I wore on thatMonday! That was my hopes, anyway. On her sexy feet was a pair of reallyhigh-heeled open toe shoes. Sally's toenails were perfectly painted darkred and looked so nice all bunched in a row and peeking out from thesheer veil of nylon. Her blond hair. “I turned it on and dragged your finger across the biometric scanner and I was in,” she answered brightly.“How did you know which finger?” I asked. It is only set to read one fingerprint.“I had to try them one at a time until I got the right one,” she answered, as if that were the most logical solution. “You’ve only got ten and I only had to try three.”Memo to self: secure your hands if you are going to be unconscious.She caught me up on what had happened after my heart attack. She had gone to. .. More likely lust, was one Carolyn Drake. Known her for years, always joking with each other with lots of sexual innuendo involved. She was talking with another woman, who I wouldn't mind fucking either, but Carolyn was number one on my list. And I did have a list... Oh! Not written down... I'm not that stupid... But in my mind, I had one. I moved up behind her and looked over her shoulder.Carolyn Drake had a superior bosom. Huge pillows of breast meat adorned her chest and on such a small.