. and there's always the problem of sneaking her back IN." Don't you guys have money? Can't we just order food?" "NO" our reply was in unison.Clearly,...there wasn't a lot of planning in this venture. "Well, I guess I'll just have to live on come!" She smiled. My heart and my pants leapt. "And we can cross the bathroom problem when we come to it."With that, she hit me with a pillow. Playing along, I fell onto the bed and commenced tickling her. Her assault quickly broke into peals of laughter as. Her skin felt warm on my lips. Her hand ran up and down my hip, sliding down towards my groin. But I gently took her wrist in my hand. ‘Not yet,’ I said. First it was her turn. I raised her hand to my mouth and kissed her palm. She breathed deeply, and a rosy flush formed on her upper chest, circling like a necklace. I examined her hand. The lines on her palms crossed. The primary lines: love line, life line, and head line. One of the minor lines was surely a sex line, but it was hard to pick. "What's going on? What happened up in Kansas City? Why is Rebecca abandoning her child without even a thought about how Millicent will feel?"Brian, we studied postpartum depression forever in medical school, and if I've ever seen a case of lingering, serious, postpartum, this is it, but Rebecca has sealed herself off from all of us, and everything. There's no way in to talk to her, reason with her, protect her from herself, or let her know how much we all care."She could be dangerous to. The torso was skinny with ribs showing and long arms with big hands and long bony fingers.Her eyes widened even more as she took in the lower portion of its body; it was covered all over with reddish brown leathery looking skin. Once again it reminded her of a donkey standing on its hind legs. The feet ended in shiny black hooves and swinging between its legs were grapefruit sized balls of a dark reddish color. It didn't have a cock but a large sheath visible just above those swinging.