"I'll instruct you on the hypnosis issue later, when I send you to deliberate. I'm going to overrule the prosecutor's objection, but that doesn't mean...I'm awarding any reliability to information obtained under hypnosis. That's going to be your job." He didn't say it out loud, but both attorneys understood he was going to allow testimony based on refreshed memory, rather than discretionary statements. That let him off the hook in the appellate process, should there be one. He looked at Matthew. Shirley lowered the cell phone, Gretchen already having hung up. Yet another complication. Naturally. They seemed to come in three-packs."Don't tell me you weren't expecting this, Honey."She looked over at Tom, sitting up thanks to his adjustable bed and finishing a surprisingly good hospital lunch. His expression showed mild amusement, and despite everything she found herself chuckling."I gave up expecting anything in particular sometime last week." Putting the cell phone down, she rose and. - My, aren't we the horny little minx?She just moaned an answer and used her left hand to guide his right hand and her right hand to grip her right breast as to compliment his massaging of the left one.He withdrew his hands and she groaned in frustration.- No, don't stop. Please...- More?- Yes, please. Her voice was pleading now.- Do you trust me?- Yeees.- Then reach behind you with your hands.She hesitated and then slowly reached back behind her as instructed.- What are you going to do?He. Your sucking is working; you'll get my load right down your throat. Goddamn that's a fuck-hungry mouth." Both of Pal's hands were locked in Chris' hair and he was now jabbing with short evenly spaced thrusts. Chris was silent, accepting. Then Pal stopped moving completely. The end is near. Slowly now, with great anticipation, Chris took up the slack, pumping Pal's big cock with his head. Chris' cheeks pulled in and out rhythmetically, showing evidence of the encouraging suck on Pal's cock..