"This is nice," I said, hoping I didn't sound too nosy. "Say, what do you do when you're not kicking butt?" Sort of a freelance artist," Carla said, a...nd grabbed me one of her sketch pads.She went to make some coffee as I kicked off my shoes, stretched out on the couch and looked through it. Most were model work, or it looked like, women in a variety of clothing, from slips to swimwear. After the tenth page turn Carla came back and handed me a mug."Chocolate rasberry," she said, sitting down. ." She paused, searching for words. Finally she blurted, "It's not his fault you got scared and ran away. Everybody gets scared sometime." Say what?" Jack strained hard and lifted himself out of the wheelchair and stood, supported by his own shaky leg muscles that were enhanced by rage."Jack!" Zelda exclaimed, scared for him. "Oh my god, Jack. Sit back down there before you hurt yourself." She hurried over to urge him back into the chair."To hell with that!" He took one shaky step and then. You rise up some, resting on your elbows, giving me more access. I work under you slightly, and I hear you moaning slightly when my fingers graze and touch your nipples.I return to your back, down to your lower back and then I work towards your gluts; and then back up a bit, then down again and each time I am getting closer and closer to your buttocks with each pass. Until I am massaging them as well. Then I work under your panties. You move, suggestively. I am thinking you are ready for. Brett took my hands and squeezed it comfortingly; he clearly knew what Iwas about to be told.Charles continues, "Now where was I, ah yes, the doctors say that nowyoung Fulton is awake and seems to have all his faculties he could bedischarged in a couple of weeks, however he will need a few months to getback to full fitness, workwise our new head of Global security should behere shortly, your position in London is being covered very ably by yourdeputy Mr De Bois." I nodded still baffled. "Ah,".