.And she said it was getting late. lol The guys almost fell over each other to pay the bar bill and get out the door. They wanted to drive us to their... hotel. But being a little experienced in this kind of play, I told them we would drive ourselves and meet them. They told us the hotel and gave us the cell number to call so they could let us in and witch door to go to. I have done this a time or two, so I knew the routine. We took my car and left Sherri's in the bar parking lot. Sherri said the. "Well, I'm not out of options just yetand that works with the other thing I wanted to try. Would you mindstripping for me?" She requested casually, beginning to pull her poloover her head. I watched dumbfounded. Her rack bounced a bit, muffledby her bra as her head reemerged from under the fabric of her nowdiscarded shirt. She looked at me expectantly until I realized I wasstill sitting there staring like an idiot. I hastily shrugged out of therest of my pants and boxers, and my shirt. He was dozing when she left – something he’d been doing off and on for a couple days now. But that leg. It had her worried. It was why he hadn’t been shifted to a regular room yet. True, he’d shown considerable improvement since the accident. The other injuries were all healing nicely, but that leg – not so much. She herself was torn. She desperately wanted him moved so Hailey could finally visit him but she also knew he was getting the most attentive care he could get right where he was.What. She picked up her cell and dialed david’s number. A friendly voice picked up the phone and greeted her. “Is this david? This is Marcy, I just want to say…”, she paused for a moment.Marcy’s first impulse was to say that this had all be a terrible mistake, and to please understand that she had just gotten divorced and had a lot to drink when she wrote the email. However, she held her words.In a soft deep voice david interjected, “Yes, this is david. Thank you so much for contacting me. I.