"I, uh, you see —" he stammered."Uh-huh," I said.Lynn joined us as I took the magazine from Bob's hand."Patrick, what are you doing?" she asked me i... a fake sweet voice. She reached for the coat only to find that I'd thrust it into Bob Hastings' now empty hand."What are you doing?" Bob echoed, but a smile began to appear on his lips. Lynn pulled at the coat; Bob refused to let it go."Well, frankly, Mrs. Parsons," I nodded at her, still laughing over at our table, "is afraid she'll have a heart. Bree laughed, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen ‘Doc Perfect’ so flustered. What were you doing to him, Michael?”“Nothing much, I just kept smiling at him,” and I smiled at her. It was actually quite an evil grin that would let any recipient know they were soon to be shown a hell they couldn’t even imagine.Bree shivered, “Good God, please don’t ever do that to me again - promise me.”I grinned at her, “I promise unless of course, you’ve been a naughty girl, Bree. You do know how to be a naughty. ” “Bring me my dagger back, in case Cerebus is dumb enough to come back in here. The ass had the nerve to come in complaining about some stupid dispute between some herb peddler and a potion brewer.” Arilee crossed the room and retrieved the dagger, though she had little doubt that several more were well within the Duchess’ reach, even with the limited mobility of her condition. “I don’t think that sticking him with a knife is going to solve anything.” “It might make me feel better for a few. You ask me, “Would you like me to wash you too?”“Please, ” I answer. I am still fully erect, but I am as excited about the reciprocation of you bathing me as I am at the thought of making love to you right now. You take the washcloth and begin to wash me, first rubbing the cloth gently on my chest and working up toward my broad shoulders. After washing each shoulder you use the cloth to soap up each one of my arms. Then you put the washcloth down into the water, reaching your hands down to.