Eventually I was asked to go to a local hospital for a sperm count. I was handed a boring soft porn magazine and a sample bottle. “Please return the...magazine and sample when you, e produced a specimen” the mature nurse told me in indifferent style. It Didn,t make any difference what page or pictures I viewed I couldn,t even get semi erect so returned the magazine. “Sorry Nurse, but I,m just not in the mood!” “Please go to Room 6 and wait there. So,done will contact you!” She instructed me. I. Please!’ she looked frantic, her eyes wide with fear. He wondered why she didn’t want to go into a hospital. It would give him peace of mind to know that she wasn’t bleeding more inside but he didn’t want to cause her more distress either. He sighed and put his seatbelt back on. ‘Are you sure? Your head injury could be pretty bad,’ he warned, starting up his car. She gave a bitter laugh. ‘Trust me, I know serious head wounds. This is a mere scrath-Oh, my god!’ she screamed, turning to him. The next day I rang again, I handed in an envelope, addressed again to Mme Briancourt. You said "But I haven't lost this one", "I insist", I answered and returned to my apartment. The envelope contained what you are reading now.One hour later you rang on my door. I opened, I haven't said a word, neither did you. You had a skirt, a pull-over, some stockings, some bordeaux boots, exactly as described in a letter that you had just read.You entered the living room, sat down on the sofa, in front of. Tom smiled when I walked back to our table. I tried to walk asconfidently as possible, because I dreaded what I was about to do. Tomheld my gaze as I walked towards him. I slowly bent forward, pouted mylips and kissed him with my lips slightly parted. I then turned around andsat down. "My god, Adriana, your ass looks freakin' hot!" Tom whisperedquite loudly. "Oh, jeez!" I whispered even louder and rolled my eyes."Stay in character!" he hissed, and then smiled awkwardly to avoidsuspicion. I took.