About six months later, when I was doing an Early shift, I’d just got back from getting a bite of lunch when I was called over to an incoming ambula...ce patient who’d been knocked off her bike and seemed to have at least a broken arm.(For those of you who believe the gutter press stories of inefficiencies in the National Health Service and growing waiting times in Accident and Emergency, take it from a professional – if you genuinely need urgent attention, you will definitely get it. If you. What had him running? Did he overhear something? Did something alert him to the agency's order to detain him for questioning? There was no question that Hawthorne was running. He'd escaped the hospital and gotten away on a flight, arranged hastily through personal connections.What really mattered was the unknown: what was pushing Hawthorne? Where was he going? When he got there, what would he do? Hawthorne had to know that the agency wouldn't stop until they ran him down. They'd hold him and. ”“I hope so,” Liz replied, still blushing.Beth said sternly, “You didn’t address me as Miss. Therefore, when we get home, I am going to smack your legs, young lady.”Liz gasped but found Beth’s stern voice so erotic, and although it would hurt knew that whenever she got her legs smacked, the two of them made out. “Yes, Miss,” she replied just as they passed a couple of people who heard the exchange and laughed.“Told you,” Beth said.“Yes, Miss, you were right,” Liz admitted.They got to the party. "I wonder if I can come again if I get on top?"No sooner said, than she was crouching over my cock, holding my penis in her hand and stroking it a bit as she rubbed along the length of her.She slid it into place, sat on it with a small gasp. God, I love the sound of that small gasp.We were looking in each other's eyes, separated by the length of my torso. Silkie arched her back, sat straight up as she rolled her hips and put her small knees on the outside of my thighs. Her beautiful breasts.