At least they’re human.”
Jean was aware that there was the chance of her not succeeding—but she was desperate; her son needed the medical treatment and one way or another she was determined to provide him with it. “If it were sweet you would be having the shits for hours until it took hold.”
“Shits! xxx Please Wait.” He clamped his hands on her thighs to keep her still and to keep her from squirming beneath him. His face was serene and long; his behaviour polite and ready for any questions that she might have for an explanation. “Hmm, you must be Jean Rene,” he said with his hand stretched out. “Now lean back on the sofa and open up those legs I want to test your sensitivity.”
Jean smiled, as she leaned back onto the sofa and
