The nausea was gone but my head was stuffy and my eyes were watering. I seemed to be in the stage where it morphed into a nasty cold – a considerabl...e improvement. Jeff brought me more ginger ale and placebo for my appetizer. ‘You were asleep at lunchtime so I left you alone. The more time you spend sleeping when you’re sick, the less of it you feel.’ ‘Thank you,’ I said, though it sounded more like, ‘Dak you.’ That night, when I displayed the energy and ability to do things for myself, Jeff. After seeing the mirror, I needed another drink. Fast.The dress, hugging my slim hips and artificial breasts, looked gorgeous. My small hands encased in the satin black gloves looked amazingly feminine, but not nearly as girlish as my face. My blue eyes were accentuated by Kristin's masterful make-up work. My cheeks looked delicate and lovely thank to her foundation and blush, and my lips looked incredibly kissable in the bright red lipstick. I don't know how Kristin did it with that hair, but. What? She goes through chemo and goes back to being alone up north? I couldn’t let her do that.She’d get depressed and, that by itself would drop her chances of success against the cancer to nearly nothing, I thought. I had read that depression alone could kill a person, even without cancer – or them killing themselves.We’ll ask her to live here. I wonder how that would go. She could get wound up sometimes, but she had always been fair with me.In the back of my head, too, was the pornographic. With my right hand I pulled back on her hair, craning her neck with the choker d****d across it. The sound of my balls hitting her sounded like somebody slapping a side of beef. I had never been so sexually charged in my whole life. Watching my pretty little woman being a wanton whore for two total strangers had made me into an a****l of pure lust, and all I wanted was to let my cock burst deep inside her. The most amazing thing was that even after being reamed by two guys, one of which was.