.." he paused staring at Dutch's fly. "What the hell were you two doing in there? You're covered with blood." I... I'm not sure. I think she got her p...riod while we were, uh... having sex."Van Sciver frowned and looked thoughtful for a moment, his hand supporting his chin. Then he asked, "Did you bring her here to fuck her?" Um, yes, err, no. As I recall, she... Rosa. Her name is Rosa and she's not a bimbo, she's my girl. Uh, well she called me, said she was... I don't know if I should say this. He starts down at her left foot, squeezing with just enough pressure, but not too much or too little, and again starts working in small circles around her foot and starting up her calf. Once he gets up her calf a little, he starts to use both hands in an alternating circular motion, which gently rocks her thigh muscle back and forth. This motion also starts to let the sheet slide a little more to expose her ass a little more, with the sheet slipping closer to her butt crack. She also realizes. Weeks passed and nothing was said of the address. She was tempted to bring the subject up, but decided to say nothing about it unless he did. Early one morning as she was getting ready for work there was a knock at the door. Outside the door stood a simple delivery man, patiently waiting with a beautiful bouquet in hand. She tentatively opened the door, asking if she could help him. He asked for her by name and handed her a bouquet of flowers. They were beautiful, fragrant Spring flowers and. Pamala's lookalike casually walkedforward to stand next to Pamala. Side by side, they looked like matchingbookends, except for the color of their uniforms, with disappointment andregret equally clear on both their faces."Do what they tell you, Erica," Julia half-yelled over her shoulder,digging her nails into her palms, trying to find a way to calm down."All you need to do," Pamala instructed, "is place the injector firmlyagainst your arm and pull the trigger. Really, nothing to it."Erica shook.