I sat one side of the bed while Robert sat the other, l told Silvia l had missed her and slid a hand under the covers to get a finger to her warm love...hole and gently teased her clitoris Silvia turned onto her side to face me letting out a low moan of pleasure, her tits looked so inviting, l said softly ‘l want my milk mummy’. Silvia told Robert to get a hospital wheelchair, when he returned l helped her into the chair and took her to find a disabled toilet and went inside while Robert waited. She rings the bell again. "Just a second", this time the delay is not much more than that, Daniel wears scruffy jeans and a T shirt of bottle green with the faded neon multi coloured legend; "Kool" at the breast. "Hello Miss Forker, how are you?" His smile is genuine and he seems pleased to see her. Swallowing hard her eyes downcast, her voice unsteady; "Mr. Richards, Sir I'm so sorry I don't have the money again, I can't pay the shortfall or even for this month. I will get a big pay. By this time poor Bob was just about sleeping he was so pissed, they had worked a real number on him. Ian returned, and we had another couple of drinks, which really finished Bob off. Pete was sitting next to me and had been touching my legs, saying how much he liked the feel of silk. `Oh yea`, the lads said `you are an old letch`. He replied `cant argue`. we laughed. Bob was asleep.They had to help me back with Bob. He was unable to walk, so the ex squaddies picked him up and carried him. Pete. She returned to room to see Margaret in front of a photocopier, copying a big pile of papers. "Ah'll do that," Abigail offered and held out her hand. Margaret looked at it and thanked her after a moment's thought."All of them," she told her and returned to her seat to cross through text in red pen. Abigail was a little nervous with the photocopier; she had only used a handful of times at school, but it whirred into action and the light shone across the room as it scanned the pages. Abigail.