It wasalready in my right lung and in the liver. I knew I was dying but withwell-balanced painkillers, I was able to pretend I was OK.Yola was my only...relative here. She was my deceased wife's niece. Therewere my brother and his kids in another country. To make things lesscomplicated I had sold everything I had here and transferred funds toYola. Yola's life was rather complicated. First, her dad died when she wasstill a kid. Her Mom was killed when Yola was in college. At college, shemet her. Dad gave me one of those looks. I just smiled and looked out the fogged up windshield.Dad took the hint, put the car in drive, and we headed for Robbie's place. Robbie lived with her dad about half-a-mile from the trailer park. The house was an old-time farm house that was big enough for a family with a dozen kids, but Robbie lived there with just her dad. He said he'd gotten a deal. Robbie said if she found anybody acceptable, she planned to keep boyfriends chained in the empty rooms, though. She's just an assistant professor, not the world's foremost authority or anything, but I felt more comfortable raising the questions with somebody I know. Anyhow, in my opinion, Alicia's a first-rate psychologist." So, what were you looking for? What did..." I asked her about exhibitionism. Female exhibitionism. Well, she didn't have a lot to tell me. It seems that exhibitionism is pretty much the province of you male-type people. Not quite exclusively, but almost. Alicia said there was. . no! It's wrong... wrong! I can't let him do these things to me... Dear God! Please... no... nooooo... Expertly, Larreau leaned even closer into her delightful naked loins, and with the tip of his tongue opened the soft and delicate inner petals enshrining her clitoris. He felt the erotic shock of his oral touch surge through her convulsively."Oooohhhh, Mother of God! What are you doing?" Madeleine gasped, jerking her head erect to stare down with gaping eyes between her proud, rotund breasts.