" Did you?" Katrine asked."I did," I replied tersely. "And how! I now have a court-order against me forbidding further contact."Katrine smiled wryly. ...I don't blame you. Personally I would have strangled the therapist." That's exactly what I told her I intended to do," I said with a reluctant smile. "Thus the court-order." How do you work out practical things?" Katrine asked."We don't," I replied. "What little contact there is goes through lawyers."We were silent for a while. "What do your kids. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and we did a miniature sword fight with our respective weapons. By the time we came up for air the music was ending and all my nerve endings were tingling with excitement. I was leaking and could feel a trickle down my leg. I suggested we go to the ladies room first before returning to the couch.Debbie agreed and we found the Ladies Room spacious and well appointed. I went to the handicap stall and found it locked."Sorry, occupied" came a voice from. She became increasingly uncomfortable, and at one point saying that she really needed to get to bed, but made no effort to show him to the door or move from the sofa. In reality she was scared to move, she could feel herself blush as her body felt the emerging tingling down deep between her legs, like pulsating tremors, only different and stronger. She fought unsuccessfully not to fidget, trying to focus and understand what he was saying, but the persistent pressure between her thighs was. I was looking for a place to sit when Kelly waved me over. She was at a table for two. There was an empty beer glass in front of her, and she was about to finish number two. “I was afraid that you weren’t going to come,” she said, as she motioned for the waitress. “What’ll you have, Mr. Simpson? My treat.”“Glenfiddich 18, rocks, no water,” I told the waitress. I was going to tell Kelly to just call me Bill since we were outside the office, but I kind of liked the respect that she was showing.