Like I said, I haven't had any in months and now this. I moved closer pushing my body close to his I moved a little up and started to give him a kiss ...yself. It didn't take him long at all to reply it with the same passion. I felt how I got him excited again and I decided to better stop it right now. I stepped backwards. Looking at him - trying to find out about the way he looked at me. "Ok, now - here it goes. Ready?" I asked once more. He gave me a little nod. "You better sit down." I started. Can I help you?" Yes, I'm looking for Doctor Kingston." Paul's feminine voice still sounded way too high to himself and he unconsciously cleared his throat.The receptionist frowned. "I don't recognise the name. Hold on, I'll just check our records." She tapped at her computer for a few moments. "No, I'm sorry. I have no record of a Doctor Kingston."Paul's heart missed a beat. "When did he leave? Did he give a forwarding address?"The receptionist shook her head. "If your friend had worked here. He was an army chaplain and he dropped into a slit trench I was occupying one night. We were being heavily shelled and Crikey (why Crikey I don’t know, but the troops had christened him that), spent some time with me philosophising about life in general and the war in particular. Many of the army chaplains were full of bullshit about why we had God on our side. If he was on our side then why the hell were we having so many guys blown to bits? Crikey would have none of this. He was clearly. .how would it look if I introduced you as my sister, what would that make me look like, a guy who had to rely on his sister to accompany him to his boss's party, and another thing, if Khanna is a bit of a dirty old man who gets his kicks by chatting up and trying to get off with young women, well...do you honestly think I could sit back and watch that, watch him mauling and slobbering over you. I'd end up hitting the guy!What sort of a brother would I be if I was to ask you to 'be nice' to my.