A long time passed before she finally exited from the bathroom. When the door opened a small billow of steam exited out and then his lovely guest Amy.


"I saw your brush and wanted to ask if it was alright if I used it before I took the liberty," she asked. "That is fine. Anything else you need let me know. But you should sit down and let me look at that scrape before it gets worse." He motioned her to a nearby chair and then walked away to the bathroom.

He walked in and saw the pile of clothes on the floor. He picked them up and then noticed that not was her bra in the pile, but so was her panties too. They were a matched pair of silky feminity that he liked. He rolled the clothes into a smaller pile and then grabbed what he needed from the medicine cabinet.

As he entered the room he dropped the pile of her clothes and then walked over to the chair. She was laid back and looked on the verge of sleep. He stepped up to her and the evilness in his mind surfaced again.

He tapped her leg to startle her back awake. "You need to stay awake Amy, just in case you have a concusion. Now let me see your leg and take care of that scrape. This will sting a bit, but will clean it up real nice. I have some bandages so that it won't get infected too."

She lifted her leg and there it was. He could barely see her bare mound between her legs. He couldn't see all of her, but it was enough to enblazen him to follow through with his plans. He quickly dabbed the medicine on her scrape and looked for more on her leg. The whole time smiling and trying to reassure her that he was being as professional as he could. In reality he was looking at her sexy form and planning his next move.

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"Beware how you take away hope from another human being."
-Oliver Wendell Holmes