" Just one glass, it won't make a difference."Throughout my short conversation with Kristy I noticed the waiter kept looking at her breasts which were... outlined in her skimpy top. It sort of made me a little jealous, not once did he look at me!"Ok, just one glass. We'll take two glasses of red wine," I said to him."Can I see your ID," Again he only looked at Kristy."Ahh, the wine is for my Mom," Kristy answered quickly."Oh, Ok. In that case, two glasses of wine coming right up."He gave Kristy. Hospice would help with her journey to…I banished the thought from my mind. I gently stroked Beth’s bald head reassuringly and as her hand tightened around mine, I started bawling. I couldn’t hold it in because she’d fought so valiantly. Beth gazed at me with sad eyes, eyes accepting of her fate. Before the second phase of chemo, she talked fearlessly about her chances for survival and what the future might hold for us. Without her in my life and our daughter’s…the thought terrified me. ‘God. "Zel and Mel Health and Happiness Emporium," the sign advertised outside the building in which Sarah gave birth. Actually the two enterprises occupied two neighboring storefronts, sharing a stoop leading to two doors. To the left one encountered the mystical world of tarot, palm reading and a sort of phrenology that had more to do with healing with touch than actually reading the shape of skulls. A receptionist, Laurence, effeminate and pretty, had been chosen because Zelda didn't want to be. Now your skirt, it’s tight and short, and white soft cotton, leaving an ever so inviting tease of the bulge behind and making me imagine what is beneath. I am still naked, and I want to dress for you, I want to feel as you do, I want to be your slut, your slave of desire.My panties are a sheer white, my hard cock can be seen ever so pressing against them, I rub myself for you as you watch, drooling now. Hand me my hose, let me press them to my flesh, let me put their exotic touch on my skin. My.