She was just aboutto turn the TV on to watch something when the phone rang."Hello?" Hi, Doctor Nickerson?" Yes?" This is Marcus Wethington, I'm on the...board of directors at thehospital?"She thought back to the fancy meet and greet fundraisers she'd had toattend and said, "Yes sir, I remember you. What can I do for you?" Well first, how are you and your little... Doc is her name? Today?" Her name is actually Holly... Mostly okay so far. Yesterday was a bitrough on both of us." Of course, sorry. He was always watching her from the corner of his eye. He discovered a smooth, rounded wooded dowel that he had carved and sanded several years ago to be used as a fish billy, to club large fish into submission - but he had never used. It was varnished smooth and about one and a half inches across at the slightly bulbous tip, then tapering back toward the handle. The entire thing being about 10 inches long. He wiped it off with a clean cloth and its shiny surface gleamed bright. It slicked up. ..........she was a beautiful, voluptuous indian girl, scarcely into her twenties, dark skinned, with jet black hair that was pulled back tightly in one of those ridiculous Chinese bun thingies with the two big pins I never understood.............."Good evening, sir, having a nice time this evening??" she trilled, in a melodious, yet husky voice that made my penis twitch in my underwear............"Yes, my dear, I am great!!" I replied, looking directly into her eyes and smiling, mischievously,. I sat in the back seat and looked at the window while the two sexy, older women, chatted and laughed in the front. “We’ll stop at Saralas’ first if that’s okay? I’ve got to pick something up, “said Hanna.”Yeah, come in for a drink Shailu! I’ve got plenty to choose from!” Sarala said, turning round and looking me straight in the eye. We soon arrived at Saralas’ and went into the house. “Sit down. What would you like Shailu, “Sarala said, standing by the door?”Anything! “I replied,” how about gin.