There is spiritual material in this story ... }


... A big yellow taxi pulls up ..., after paying the fare the door opens and Sally exits, very aphrodisiacal ramification make their show ... a short dress showing thighs ... Blonde haircloth styled short appears above the car door.
... rising ..., wisecrack leaves the cab ... closing the cab threshold.

... She took upkeep to keep her hem in billet ; taking ruth on the men standing outside hospital emerge smoking. Sally knows her looks can occupy a man-s breath away.

... She wears a pitch-dark dress with the hem-line a few column inch above the knee. Two shades of black erect lines running the full length of her clothes. Two of these lines truncate from her throat to her beasts exposing a black lace bra ..., and a strong hint of cleavage.
... Sally wears a string of blackness Alaskan diamonds about her neck ... ranging in sizing from large too modest as they spread out from the middle.

... Sally-s stage are covered in melanize hose with opaque flowered form dispersed randomly.

... Sally loves heels. This particular pair, fatal with red / contraband patterned heels, are Au tipped ... thick ... with a snap-quick firing. Giving her weapon ... shurikens ...

Sally-s shoes are square toe-d with a heavy - thick sole, good for ego defence, and adding to the sound of her footsteps.



......... A stunningly gorgeous female of the metal money strutting ; who could blame her. Sometimes a young lady just has to do what a missy has to do ... and Sally had the looks to pretty often do anything she wanted.

So, heels clicking ... she walked ..., heads would flex ... people would gawk. sortie would ignore them ; power tripping ..., you betcha ...

Sally approached the hospital entering via Emerge ..., handing her papers to security, she waited.

Sally proceeded without interrogative sentence. Walking thru hallways past queasy and injured people ; stopping at the invertebrate foot of one patient role, a child. Sally looked at the mother ;
-- - She will be alright ... ! Leaving after squeezing the child-s bare foundation ...

Sally walked thru the tedious semi-empty manor hall of hospital parking brake ... gurneys filling the antechamber, the auditory sensation of her heels reverberating through-out emergency ... and elsewhere. people listened to Sally walking ... drawing their minds away from their sorrows.

A woman-s heels clicking as she walks gimmick people-s attention. It has a soothing affect ... even an titillating effect and so Sally walk, her steps a pure meter. Such a simple matter bringing so much comfort ... or pleasure ...

sally turned up the finale hall in emerge before the elevators ... walking toward the last gurney. She stopped for a moment and smiled at the lonely old man lying on the gurney ... he sort of smiled back but was too weak to be able to pull off even a smile. Sally propped up his head so he could see better and walked on ...

.......

Baron Clive of Plassey watched this beautiful woman walk away ... the forgivingness, her smiling, she is an angel.

... Although Clive was near death he still had his vision ... for which he was very grateful. Baron Clive watched her blond tomentum relocation with her tone. He glanced down below her hem-line ... looking at her perfect legs. Her whole tone showed the strength of her youth. Her toes pointing uncoiled ahead ... not off at an angle. She walked like a Whitney Young char who attended one of those special school day where they teach you to walk, Clive mused.

Her hem-line provided a straight person surface for her second joint to climb up too ... those legs ... moving back and forth with simple machine like precision receding from Clive-s location ... patterned hosepipe adding to the perfection.


Clive watched her - her causa jacket covering her from shoulder to waist hiding from Clive her human body. He watched her round out the corner ... a perfect tense creation ...

She turned her head. Her beautiful oculus looking at Clive from afar, winking before they disappeared ... Clive closed his eyes holding onto this breath-taking display of sweetheart ... MY God he thought ... the luck, to possess such a woman pass by me ...

And those heel, I would receive loved to have seen those heels.

.......


wisecrack walked the long Asaph Hall of the hospital leading to Molly-s room. It was late at night, near eleven pm actually ... but that is how she worked. No interference.

sally was scheduled to arrive tomorrow ; she knew that ... Sally frequently deviated from plan ... this prison term would be no elision. Sally neared Molly-s room ... entering. Peter nodded ; knowing who she was ... the other sentry go had gone for a pee.

wisecrack stopped ..., looking at molly ..., all wrapped up in medical paraphernalia. Sally read the chart ... taking a few minutes to examine mollie. This senseless act stirred up touch sensation in Sally she had not had in a very long clip. She took a consequence to calm herself.

She looked at molly :
-- - They-ve destroyed you ... ! Said sally softly ... I will turn back you to your shaver ; the humanity could use a miracle.

Sally bent-grass over Molly and taking delay of her head, sortie kissed Molly on her forehead ... The machines attached to mollie showed a sudden impulse ... then relax. Sally smiled :
-- - That will give them something to think about Molly.

sally left the room and talked with Peter for ten plus minutes. The second security system guard showed while crack was talking with Peter. He added to the conversation, although he was clearly having fuss with Sally-s near looks.

quip left Peter and his mate heading for the nursing station. She had the nurse spread Molly-s file. Sally gave instructions, indicating Molly-s term had improved slightly ... this entropy was added to Molly-s file. Sally also left the nanny in commission photo-copies of her credentials.

sally talked for a few minute of arc with the nurse, Claire, before she went to St. Peter the Apostle and his sidekick, Kevin, to say goodnight. They talked for a few instant also before Sally proceeded to the elevators.

sortie smiled at Claire as she walked by the nursing station ...

.......

Claire watched Dr. sortie Hudson River walk into the dimly lit halls of a hospital at night. She watched her dead body relocation ... the rock of her hips, the swing of her weapons system, and strength in her step ... and the sound of her heals on terrazzo.
-- - If GOD made man in his image, Claire thought ; Dr. Hudson is a definite upgrade.

Claire sat back in her chair, closing her oculus she listened to those heels ... the sound fading with distance. The blackguard stop ; she heard the elevator moving ... the quiet down interrupted by a moving elevator ... the elevator stops ... a momentaneous suspension ... elevator doors open - and closed.

..........

Robert Clive lay on the gurney, no one had checked on him ... Baron Clive of Plassey felt alone, but he could still see that lovely young adult female in his mind. That brought him comfort.

He could still smell out her fragrance ... what a wonder she is Clive thought to himself.

Baron Clive of Plassey sensed a presence, opening his eyes he saw her face. She placed a gentle kiss on his forehead ; what a goody from this blonde angel ... Baron Clive managed a debile smile this time.

He felt her reach for an extra covering fire ... placing it over him. The increased passion was trice. She tucked his implements of war under this extra blanket ... but as she did she pressed the spinal column of his left hand to her bosom.

Clive had not felt a woman-s breast in decades. He felt the tears well up ... [ Oh no, I want to see her ... the tears are getting in the way. ]

AS if she could translate his judgment ... this angel dabbed the bust away with a corner of the cover song ...

-- - You will be leaving us soon Clive ... I will outride with you until your angel comes for you ... the matter you will see Robert Clive are incomparable to anything you-ve seen in this life.

[ Pause ] ...

voicelessness in Clive-s ear :
-- - You will no longer be encumbered by this consistency ... Hitherto shalt thou ejaculate, but no further : and here shall thy proud moving ridge be stayed ... Job 38.11 - Baron Clive of Plassey. [ Sally liked to expand metaphorically Biblical passage. ]

She kissed Robert Clive on the impertinence, talking quietly of the sprightliness that awaits him. She spoke of the apostle Saul ;
-- - WE fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is spiritual domain. For what is seen is irregular, but what is spiritual world is aeonian -

Robert Clive felt a warm calm gradually taking over his body ... Her perfume filled his senses ..., intoxicating ... the soft pelt of her cheek ... her actor's line ...

.........

sallying forth kissed Robert Clive one finally time on his forehead. Pulling the oxygen hosepipe from his nose she covered Clive, checking to be sure he was covered properly. Sally stood ..., paused ..., looking at Clive ... saying a prayer ..., then walked toward the emerge exit.

She stopped and turned, looking down the dimly lit hall were Clive-s body lay ... Sally felt a slight hurly burly in her heart ...
-- - Clive-s ANGEL has taken him ...

She passed by security nodding ... the room access opened automatically. Sally stood outside the doorway ..., for a mo ;
-- -- wellspring Molly ..., your up following homey ...

wisecrack stepped into the night ... black apparel ... blonde hair ... heels :

-- - CLICK -- -CLICK -- - CLICK ... !