The locks on his head felt like silk. As I raved, he went on to tell me that he had inherited his father’s hair.Another surprise for me was how neat... and tidy his house was. Although the outside and inside could’ve done with a fresh lick of paint and the furniture looked like it belonged to a bygone era, it was actually very cozy and really nice.Having brought three bottles of white wine, we were soon enjoying the fruit of the grape. Evans normally drank milk stout but was happy to indulge in. .." He got no further."Get those damned things off me and that needle out of my arm or I'll tear them out. I told you people no damned drugs. Move it." My anger seemed to counteract whatever painkiller they put in me. I started to struggle again."Look out, fool," Bucky told the nurse and shoved her aside. He pulled the tape and removed the needle from my vein. He told the nurse, "Bandage that." I was bleeding from where the needle had been removed." Wordless, the nurse placed a small gauze. Leading me to one of the two large beds.Whispering how glad he was to finally see me, brushing the wet hair out of my eyes, touching my body ever so gently, I listened as slight sounds escaped me when he would say something that sent a rush through my body. I was getting wet again, only this time, it was beyond physical attraction, it was a craving. I wanted it all and I wanted it all at once. My mind spun unable to organize my thoughts, as he layed on his side with his head propped up with one. I decided I had wanted this I was going to play along.I opened the suitcase on the porch floor. Quickly took off my sneaks and socks,slid out of my jeans, took off my tee shirt, closed the suit case and thenwent in. The house was dark. My stomach was turning over and my pussy was soakingwet. My nipples were bursting thru the bra. I felt my way to the stairs, andwent up. I called out Cindy's name ever so lightly, but nothing. I made myway to her room. The door was closed. I opened the door.