He went to his bathroom cabinet and got out his lube. The AOL screen popped up, saying “you’ve got mail!” ‘Interesting, thought Tim, he had ...just checked it the night before.’ He checked it and noticed it was from someone he had never emailed. The beginning read like this: “Hey baby, I think we could really get along if you just gave me a chance. Until then, I’ll always be yours, at least in my fantasies.” ‘Wow, thought Tim, I’ve never got anything like this before.’ There was more: . ..i pull it out the way and slide my finger into your dripping pussy, easily since it is so wet. I can feel your clit is hard and ready to be rubbed, we kiss lustfully, passionately, deep tongue action. You then say we should go. We get up, grab my stuff and walk out towards the parking lot. As we walk my hand rests on your amazing ass, then I pull your skirt away and slide my hand down your buttcheek as we walk, giving it a nice hard squeeze. when we get to your car, you open the boot and help. With my auburn hair and brown eyes, I looked great.When he offered to buy me some coffee while they cleared the wreckage and cleaned the street, I gladly accepted. The coffee shop was just a few yards from my car so I could watch it in case the police wanted it moved. I ordered a cappuccino while he just had regular coffee. He was good at getting me to talk about my family and I felt the stress leave my body. I told him of my ailing husband and his long recovery. I told him of the affect that. "It's just a thought," she qualified. "Nothing that can be proven or disproved." What?" Well," she said carefully, "the cuts on his arm. They were made either at or after the moment that the heart began fibrillating. There's slight blood flow from the wounds indicating minimal perfusion when they were made; the kind of weak perfusion that goes along with V-fib. One of the cuts includes a laceration to the medial antecubital vein." Yes?" he prompted, not quite picking up the thread of her.