What are you planning?”“What do you know about the stock market?”“It’s pie in the sky,” she shrugged, “We don’t have the money for it....”“Not necessarily,” James said. “Gamblers can beat blackjack if they know how to count cards and poker players beat other players by knowing their tells.”“That’s a very specific comment.” She narrowed her eyes at her husband, who coughed and looked innocent.“True, but it remains the same,” James shrugged. “The market has its own tells and with enough research. It... it means somethingspecial to me. It's a pretty name. I like it. It sounds so familiar, itmust be. Laura... I'm glad it's my name.My thoughts drift again. The voice brings me back. "Your right indexfinger, Laura, please." I considered that, and wondered if I had aright index finger? Were they good to have? An awful feeling intrudesinto my dream. Something awful had happened to my fingers. I thinkabout fingers.And then a strange thing happens. I feel something. I feel a quiver, a'feeling'. You wantedto be able to stay in character. When the four of us that were in theroom relented, you rushed us and kissed us all, saying "thank you, thankyou."He continued. "It was pretty expensive all that we did for you. We arenot rich people. I think you should be grateful."Philip and Juan sat there stewing over my ingratitude. I did not knowwhat to think. I felt terrible that I was not more grateful. As myattitude adjusted, they became more complacent. The banter in the carturned to reveal my. She pressed on the top of my clitoral hood with her finger and raised it; I felt my clit slide out, it was hot and aching again and to my great shame, Doctor's touch had made me wet. I was swelling up. I felt my face go red.She did not seem concerned by my arousal on feeling the touch of latex gloves."You say you have been aching?"There was a ball of tension in my belly. I knew this was my chance to further my efforts to make my idea a reality. I swallowed hard and spoke up."I get a lot of pain.