.. but I wasn’t there yet, I knew that.“Okay,” I said after a moment’s thought. “You want your children to be happy, don’t you?”“Yes.�...�“And your children will be happier if they’re having sex three or more times each week, won’t they?”“Yes.”“If your children have their door closed, they might be having sex. Right?”“Yes.”Bit of a pause, but we got there.“If you knock, they’re going to stop having sex, aren’t they?”“Yes.”A longer pause that time, but nothing worth worrying about.“So if you knock. “How are you, Michael? We haven’t met, because you were unconscious when they brought you in, but I am Doctor Harding. Tell me first – how do you feel?” He poked around as I explained that I felt fine.“Can you move your arms and legs? Show me how high you can bend your knees...” and we went on like that for about thirty minutes. The doctor checked for every possible malady that could come from an automobile accident such as the one that killed Michael, but finding no injuries to his joints,. “I guess that’s it,” he said, and then laughed. “It’s been fun.” “Glad to hear it.” A little disappointed that it was over, she bent down to retrieve her bra from where it hung on one of the supports of the stool. As she lifted her head, she caught Brian reaching between his legs to make an adjustment. From what she could see, he had plenty to adjust. His face flushed when he realized that she’d seen him. “Sorry, just feeling a little constrained.” She laughed, still holding her bra. “It’s. As a BBW lover, her body was definitely a turn-on. After talking for over an hour, I asked Helen if she was interested in joining my team and she agreed.Over the coming months, I started to build my team and since everyone was a transferee, I was trying to create a sense of esprit de corps, a sense of family since we were all so far from home. I was married, but alone as my wife hadn't moved out yet.Helen was very outgoing, and a good organizer. She ordered the stationery; got the supplies.