Lusty Girl

1 evening not so long ago Eve walked into my living room and asked what I had been doing. I was writing my blog, and that I'd taken to, trying to repair the fractured ideas. At times it's just so hard to slice one idea together and I was fighting.

I told her " much, nothing really," and requested in kind. I had been in my imitation leather swivel chair at the desk and then glancing back at ease while she approached and sat on the bedside to place a thought across to me.

'I want to do something for you,' she pitched, and for a minute it did sound like she was promoting something. I had been a pushover for her anyway so I would have k**napped Mickey from Disney World if she had asked nicely enough. ' I really don't know just what it is yet. However, I was talking with a person who seemed to know their stuff today and by what they told me I started looking into a research.'

I had been anxious, typically. Nothing worked. Maybe I would outlive it eventually. Maybe opportunity would provide me a rest one day and I would find the power to fight it but, 'sis, come on, so I appreciate you trying but nothing worked so much better. What can you do that the doctors didn't?'

She was not even insulted with that. In reality I just made her excited because she had an argument for me. 'In the event you are willing to trust me about this one, I may have the ability to help,' she proposed. 'Look it's all very specialized at this point and I'm shit with big "sciencey" words but please just go along with this. Please?'

'What can it be?' I begged.

' I was talking to some guy at the gym. He had been trying every trick in the book to woo me,' she recalled cynically and then laughed him off like a affordable joke. 'He was really pretty cute, very fit-

'Get to the point!'

'Well he was a fitness expert, he's got to be,' she trailed off.



'Anyway he doesn't know the meaning of "NO" so he retains reaching then pulls up this little known Truth that not only does person contact obviously raise the production of good health hormones-

'Very sciencey, ' Eve,' I jabbed.

'Shut up! Not only that but it also releases all of the feel-good compounds that YOU NEED!'

I asked. 'All I need to do is find a woman to push myself up against? Or to**** myself over when I barely have it to me to breathe,' I added. Eve got frustrated in my own effort to be humorous.

'No,' she sighed. Then she sat forward, perched from the edge of my mattress and took her hand in hers. 'Can you trust me?'

'With my entire life,' I confessed. I cried, ashamed of myself.

And I don't even understand exactly how she did it. I had been a dead weight and I certainly did not do it myself, but a single minute I was sat there sniffling and trying hard to satisfy her gaze, and the next I was on my knees, my head in her lap, blubbering like a baby.

A week passed. I couldn't say I felt better but each evening she came to my area and we more or less did the same. Either she held me one way or the other, or we hugged or held palms. We talked about the way it made me feel strange mainly - or we were happy not speaking at all. This night I cried never repeated itself, that was a shame since it resulted in the best night's sleep in years.

And Eve spent a growing number of time in her computer, looking in the science of feel-good hormones and how they came to be. Then one night she deviated from the regular and called me to her room. There she was, she sat with her eyes nearly squished up against the monitor, looking cute and cozy in her baby blue pyjamas using the black and white teddy bear faces around.

'You wished to see me, doctor?' I mused.

'Lay on the bed,' she instructed, albeit with a distant tone as she scrolled. I made myself comfortable and relaxed my mind in the delicate cool cushions, marked with her odor which I adored.

'I have done more research. The super-quacks say that skin in skin contact is the most effective way to-

'Hello you two,' mum interrupted by the door. 'What are you around?'

'You make that noise pretentious,' Eve scoffed.

'We are playing doctors and physicians,' I teased. She did not approve. 'You will never believe where she wishes to place her uterus.'

I'm curing Adam,' Eve clarified. Literally that was all the excuse mum was getting. But, 'If you carry on like that you will get more than a thermometer, Mr Shitzengiggels!'

'I guess so,' mum supposed. 'Anyhow I'm going to bed and thus don't make too much sound and do not go too late to mattress yourselves. I busty marina visconti nurse will turn off the lights, ' she said, disappearing.

'Alright, Professor, I miserable back to Eve, 'where were we; skin on skin? Can you smuggle Christy Mack into your room for me?'

She snorted, laughed to her hands with a wicked look in her eyes. 'You would have enjoyed that, would not you?'

'Just like that photo I showed you with the melty ice cream,' I recalled fondly.

' I discovered that holding your hands had the greater effect, therefore I needed to try that again but differently,' Eve said professionally. I would not have minded seeing her in a busty marina visconti nurse's uniform, although maybe not the kinky costume type, you know.

'How different,' I wondered. 'You are not getting nude are you ?

'What would be wrong with this?' Eve asked, suddenly appearing hurt.



'No, I'm curious now. You know I'm insecure about those items-

'You have no need to be. Christ, don't do so to me today-

'Tell me'

You know the type where you seem like burnt out crap and smiling probably only brings more flies. 'Darling sister, pretty Eve, you're the A-B-C of good looking,' I really tried.

'What is that?'