"Oh, fuck it!" She stuffed it under the bed covers in a panic. "Where?" Nowhere," I smiled. "I was just kidding, your face was priceless though." She ...ooked at me in pretend anger then we both smiled then laughed about it."Come on, where's your sense of adventure," she teased."Okay, maybe we can play. But not here," I looked around and handed the faux-cock back to her. "Stuff it in your bag and we'll find a bathroom." Okay, what about your IV," Sophie asked."It's fine, Louise will disconnect. She's still there though. She still sings to me.In a funk, I look around for something, anything, that might bring her back. I spy my old guitar. I haven't touched it since we buried Claire. I never was that good, but I can pick out a few tunes. My favorite thing to do with it is to improvise around Malagueña. I drag it out into the cockpit as twilight descends, and start to strum, then to finger-pick a little.I find myself getting lost in the music, the way I did when I played for Claire. She. “Ummm… well, I’ll be quick. Can you make it to Mumbai on the weekend following the next?” She queried, a suppressed excitement in her voice. My heart skipped a beat and my cock twitched in my shorts.“Well, let me think… I suppose I can arrange something. What’s up?” I inquired.”My husband is going to be out of town on a training course and I’m arranging to send the kids to my sister-in-law across town for a weekend with their cousins. So I’ll be able to get away from Sat noon to Sun morning.. ” Bambi returned to her desk and pointed to a wall with sets of boxes, each containing small stacks of paper. “There’s all the forms. Take what you need. If you get to the last sheet, go make some more copies. You can set up on any open desk over there.” Angela looked to where she was pointing. They weren’t desks as much as small tables with three chairs, two on one side and one on the other. A computer monitor, keyboard and two baskets covered more than half the surface of the table. The.