I don't know if they were intentionally keeping me horny or they just weren't concerned with my state of mind. Probably the latter.I doubt if they're ...hinking far enough ahead to keep me on the edge of orgasm in the hopes that I'll let them fuck me. And we did already agree to take care of their hard ons before we left. There's no need for strategy. They know they're going to get lucky, just not as lucky as they might have hoped.Marty ordered me to get up and sit beside Carol. He ordered Lisa. .not so much. So, he moved on and found her and I have Ted. When he's in town and when I'm not too wrapped up in my own work. Still, he fits what I need, when I need it..almost. Anyway, so I have two new patients to look after for the next couple of months (yes, Months! Sometimes I really hate him!). I'm expecting his office to send me the details later this week.August 17th - I got the dossiers on Chris's patients today. Maria Jenkins, 48, widowed housewife, chronic depression. 48 milligrams. She rose from our bed. "You are my husband, my professor, and my employer. Teach me how to catch them!" Okay, Doll. I'll make a few preparations first." I went to our kitchen, and squeezed the juice of several limes into a bowl, then added sugar and water and stirred. I sipped a bit off the spoon, sighed in satisfaction, and began looking for the fish sauce. Miki had been alertly observing me and handed me the bottle I was seeking and smiled. I asked her, "Oh, you like Nuoc Cham, too?". The two women were friends and probably had been friends for a long time: they had that way about them, a way of exchanging communicative glances and knowing what each other thought and liked. Each, independent of the other, was sexy -- the Brunette cool, the Redhead hot, the Brunette perfectly, simply wardrobed, the Rehead funky in colorful peasant costumes or vintage clothing, the Brunette a little elusive, a package to be unwrapped and discovered, the Redhead a coquette, leaving nothing.