Predictably, she removed her blouse so I could put her antibiotic cream on her. The bandages were no longer necessary. She lay face down on the couch,... and I massaged the ointment in. She was actually purring! I could see the swells of her breasts on the cushion, so I worked up the courage to let my fingers do some walking down her sides. When I started rubbing the swells, she actually lifted up so I could reach underneath her and get to her nipples. "Oh, God, Tim, don't stop!" she moaned. I. " She bit her lower lip. "After all we've been through, you can't tell me you haven't thought about how good it would be..." Oh, Baby... please... stop." Her voice had a little tremor. "I told you, I could never do something like that. I just couldn't."He reassured her. "It's okay. It's alright, Baby." He kissed her. "But, I want you to do something for me. I want you to put your fingers deep into your pussy."She stopped and looked up at him. "Will you do that for me?" She obediently dropped. My mind was obviously soon filled by exciting thoughts of that, when he added that he particularly loved the sexy knickers she wore. By then my mind was racing."Yes, always lovely soft nylon or silky satin" he cooed softly, his own mind filling with the sights he saw often at home. Then "occasionally, if she's forgotten to do the family washing and I need a clean pair of undies, she gives me a pair of hers to wear for the day". I was already thinking "Lucky sod" when he continued "and I must. At the time of her death, shewas sharing an apartment in Queens with two other stewardesses,one of whom was quoted in a brief article in New York Magazine."'Jackie was like a sister, and I would have done anything forher,' said Carol Hensler, who had been away on a trip at the timeof her roommate's death."***"It must be just a coincidence," Dr. Elliott said after I toldhim about my discovery the following day."But how did I know her name? And her roommate's name, or thename of the guy she was.