"I'm only going to have you for a few more months' sweetie," he'd reply as he hugged me.Increasingly I felt and saw his excitement, the growing sexual... desire he felt for me, couldn't help but notice the erections Daddy'd grow as I wriggled against him, my loose robe allowing his roving eyes easy access to my full, firm breasts.We didn't discuss what was happening to us over those months, we were in a silent, sexual, mating dance that clearly scared Daddy. But I knew he was studying the problem,. ’ And her answer was, as you can guess, ‘Yes, I would.’ That’s what she’s referring to. I’m guessing she figured out I would explain the meaning, either before or after. I’m still trying to figure her out. Birgit told you to use something that would remind me of her. I don’t see how that helps me break the log jam, so to speak. But she’s smart. She seems to know what she’s doing. Even if we don’t.“Yes, I did have an opportunity to mess around with a woman in her early 20s. It’s super. It was a dark shadeof cream and it looked in the dim lighting of the room like I wasstanding in a pool of milk. There was a bed behind me and along thewalls the recessed lighting gave just enough light to see by, but notenough to truly illuminate. A fast paced techno song with a thumpingbeat was just finishing up and then looped and started in again."That's enough of that," the man said reaching over and killing the loopwith a quick mouse click. He acknowledged the error command and dealtwith. "I do already," she affirms."Okay then!"We start preparing for the final act. I wheel in the dinky oldNeonatal Resuscitaire that Obs and Gynae Ward gave the ED when theyupgraded. One of the wheels doesn?t work and it?s like pushing apsychotic supermarket trolley. But it will have to do.Kristi is red and sweaty and sheds silent stoic tears.It?s hard with all my compassion for her to stay objective. "I can?tgive you narcotic hun." Not that she asked for it. I wondered if itwas more about me not.