Joyce looked even more imposing and severe thanJulia remembered, like her face was made of stone, cut and weathered bytime, growing more coarse, more ...harsh, with each passing year.Julia took a deep breath and let it out slowly as the camera on the postmoved, adjusting itself downward to focus on Erica. He seemed to be inhis own world, oblivious. Dr. Joyce's eyes tightened ever so slightly asshe stared intently at his antics. She stayed on him for a time,evaluating him, making Julia all the more. The crutches fell behind her. She turned to catch them but instead fell face first into the tub. The hot water soaked her clothes as she splashed around in, struggling to stand.“Aasir,” she yelled. Big hands grabbed her waist and shoulder and lifted her out of the tub. She sat on the floor, her wet clothes making a puddle. “What happened?” Aasir asked.“Oh god, I’m such a clutz and a moron,” she said. “I tripped over the crutches and fell in the tub.”Aasir shook his head, a toothy grin on his. "My eyes had only been closed for a minute or two when I felt someone settle into the seat next to me. I almost screamed when I felt a hand slide up my thigh. My eyes shot open and I saw Carlos sitting next to me."I traded sitting with that woman so to be next to you," he said."My husband is right up there," I hissed, "What if he sees you?" What? Some rule says a man and woman can't sit together on planes?"About that time the flight attendants started their safety announcements and seat belt. The dog would stop and sniff her body, exactly at the points Lorraine had rubbed Rachel's juices on, and then give them a lick. Rachel got it now, dogs see the world with her nose and what this dog was seeing now was pure, animal sex and Rachel was that sex. Max was still circling her then stopped in front of her, moving his muzzle and inquisitive eyes in towards her chest. Instinctively, Rachel pushed her chest out, allowing Max full access to her breasts. Max's tongue lapped out attentively.