If I woke up in your arms every morning I would do what ever I could to get and give morning orgasms.I want to wake early on a Saturday morning when w...e have nothing planned but just being lazy all weekend. For some reason you are not in bed with me probably, because a story idea struck and you not wanting to wake me are off in the other room typing away. You kept me up late the night before working out new ideas for a future story so I'm tired but I hate the big empty bed. I throw the covers. Misti had taken Carol back to the doctor for her return appointment after the eighth day. He had checked her thoroughly, even taking another ultrasound, and repeating all the lab work. Carol had been feeling very good for the last few days prior to the appointment, so she decided to make good on her promise to herself and the doctor. He had told her to get on the table with her feet in the stirrups as she had thought he would. Misti had remained in the room, as she had the first time, except. She was in an elegant white suit and wore a black hat. Because of the black high heels she appeared taller than Adair remembered during their brief encounter the previous day and because she no longer was wearing gym shoes with a sweater tied around her waist she appeared less bulky down there. The only bulk was farther up, he noticed with a flick of eye shift in a two-stage lift to look into her attractive face, enhanced by full make-up. He swallowed and continued walking. Gina didn’t hold out. “I’m Michael,” I said, extending my hand. But instead of accepting the handshake, Sonya raised her blade, taunting me:“You wanna try again? Who knows, you might get lucky.”I DID get lucky. Not in the next match, mind you (she kicked my ass again, just as thoroughly as she had before), no, I got lucky later that night, after she invited me back to her dorm room to watch the big swordfight from Scaramouche.We hit it off so well, we wound up hardly paying any attention to the movie. I couldn’t.