” Dave laughingly does. Hastily I click handcuffs on his wrist then to the lounger. He happily allows me to fix his other hand to the other side.Onc...e my stocking are off I tie my trainers on, giving Dave an unobstructed view of my covered pussy and exposed nipples. This has him rock solid. Doing some provocative stretches I see Dave’s dick desperate to escape. So being a good fuck buddy I pull his shorts off. Dave is now prone, restrained and naked.Setting off on my run I soon realise that I am. I choked on the coffee I was drinking, then laughed."Cad? I didn't think anyone still used that word," I replied musingly."And why not? It is a perfectly good word. It describes to a T, your attitude to my request to explain your American football. How you people can call what you play, 'football', is beyond me," she replied, her dancing eyes.I thought a moment and decided that while it was true I had chuckled over her confusion about American football, calling me a cad seemed a little over. In the semi-dark of the hospital room, I could hear her jagged sobs. Itwas the sound of a woman who has cried too long and too hard, and yet,the tears keep coming. It was raw and jagged and relentless. It soundedlike pain.I lay there for a long moment, before anyone realized I was awake. Iglanced around. My father was there, with tight lips, staring into spaceMy sister Rose was staring out of the window. My brother J.C. had hishead down as he slumped in a chair."Water," I rasped.Everyone moved,. I came back to the dinner table from the washroom to see the dinner was all ready. We both had a nice dinner and a long chat with each other as we both ate. John was quite a charming guy. The more I spoke to him the more I felt like speaking to him. I completely forgot about my car and was all indulged in speaking to him. After the dinner we both sat in the drawing room having some chocolate ice cream. As we spoke our talks begin to get more and more personal. “You have a Husband or Boyfriend?”.