"What can you tell me about her and your relationship?Intimate details may be useful." I think I know which kinky activities you are referring to," Te... said, grinning again."Oh?Could you give some details?" I'll start from the start."Thankfully for the psychiatrist, if there was one thing that Louise did, it was inspire people to boast about what they had done with her."It all started one day when I found out that she had told someone a lie about me.I can't even remember what it was now, but I. ‘Just like that’ she whispered ‘make me your bitch.’ Excited like I never had been before I pushed myself to take her harder than ever before, pulling on her hair as I did so to go in a little bit deeper. We were both moaning now and she must have liked the pain because she turned around and said ‘hit me.’ This took me aback, but I could see that she was serious and her imploring eyes were practically begging me to do it. She took my hand, which had been holding her breast, to her ass and I. I needed to be sure that I hadn'tleft too much of a mess. I was beyond the veil, but I watched.My body survived the overdose. I'd stopped breathing, and when themedical staff found me I think they attempted resuscitation as somethingof a formality. Surely, they must have thought that brain death wouldhave occurred in the unknown period during which I hadn't beenbreathing... but they tried, and Ellen surprised them by coming back fromthe brink. Only it wasn't me: it was Jasmine.I watched the. I wondered how some of them even got around.The way people dressed was interesting too, from some with jackets and coats to those wearing shorts. Being fifty-five made me stare at the women. Well, maybe it wasn't my age as well as my hormones. I couldn't help staring at every woman's ass or the big boob gals, regardless of the age. I couldn't believe how many women didn't wear bras. I could see their nipples sticking through the blouses and shirts. Then there were the mid-sections. I saw so.