“Goodbye.”I was actually feeling good. I knew the man would find out that I was not accepting his help. I would almost for sure be all but assault...ed by the lot of them. They so wanted to assuage their guilt. And, I so wanted to not let them. Was I still bitter after all this time? Damn straight I was. Oh, yeah!Doctor Metcalf hadn’t really said how low my CD4 level was, but she had essentially said that I had a few months to a year. I had to figure that the numbers were pretty bad.Oddly, I still. ” Guiltily, Mary quickly closed her file, and went back to the appointments page.The appointment for Geraldine was not for half an hour, so out of curiosity she looked at the file for Fay. This showed an enormous amount of detail, showing treatments going back several years. The list started with regular, “swimmer’s trim” appointments and then there were some laser treatments. The last 12 months showed monthly appointments for, “GG Special”. Mary could not think what this was. There was also a. They both quickly snapped, "No." Sherri, I think found the question funny as she openly laughed as I asked it. Steve, on the other hand seemed more annoyed that I would even ask and followed, "Don't plan on that happening again for awhile." I excused myself to the bathroom for a lotion sampler so I could at least masturbate comfortably while this incredible man continued to take charge of my wife's body and provide her pleasure like I would be entirely inadequate to do. Sherri was screaming. "Rob choked on his eggs and grabbed for his coffee to wash them down. He discarded the quick answer for a more considered one and said, "There's a city-sponsored gathering downtown for New Years Eve. They have fireworks at midnight and vendors everywhere. I'd heard it was fun but I've never gone. How about we go there?" That sounds good," she replied. "Let's do that. I'll need to go home to get something to wear. Hmm, you know what? I think I'll head out now and bring my clothes over here.".