“Wait, what?” Jess bent over him from the other side and smiled, the scent of mint on her breath. Her hand slid under the hem of his t-shirt, her ...palm cool on his concave stomach. “Really nice.” She kissed him too, her lips staying in contact with his a few beats longer. Tim’s heart rate monitor alarmed, shattering the silence. Jess snorted, trading grins with Sally. They worked quickly, Jess turning off the monitor and slipping the pulse oximeter off Tim’s finger while Sally removed his IV and. He so used to enjoy her playing. Quite often on a Sunday afternoon, after a morning in the garden and a lovely beef roast and rice pudding lunch, he would settle himself in the leather armchair with a glass of Brandy and listen to Janet play for half-an-hour or so. It was like her own personal recital to him. She would start off with perhaps a bit of Mozart, move on to Debussy and Bach, and finally end with a couple of Tom’s favourite piano sonatas by Schubert. The lilting music would take him. "I gotta take a break," I muttered, out of breath. I lied back and rested my head on the wall as I went through a heavy breathing process. With two raised eyebrows, she slowly slid her fingers out of her mouth. "Is this too much for you? We can stop. I'm sorry if I pushed you." "No, it is all right, sweetie," I laughed slightly. "I just need a break, I'm baking like a pie in here." After waiting a minute, she leaned forward and let my face feel her tits once again. "Perceive my tits as the. "Chrissie sissy, do you remember what I said about your pretty baby-dollnightie?" Yes, miss, it is only for my bedroom." And Chrissie my very silly little sissy, where are you now?" Please miss, it was only to put the kettle on. I was going to changeright then and be in my dress when I made the tea." I stammered, knowingwhere this was leading."Chrissie, I asked, where are you now?" Kitchen." I beg your pardon?" There was now a hard edge to Eve's voice, one thatheld menace."I'm in the kitchen,.