PATIENT ROOM 103, night<br/><br/>That's why she never answered in details to her father's questions about her job, her tasks in the pretty elite hospital she worked for, for almost a year now. That's why she didn't speak with him about her 'breast problems'. Beth simply kept those sensitive things as treasured secrets, after all he was one of the most highly respected psychologists in town and also in the county - therefore, knowing his only child, his "little" daughter was giving sexual pleasures to strangers... now, that would have been the end of the world for him, surely.<br/><br/>At this moment, as she was still laying with her long brown hair loose and chest naked on the patient's bed, in the still warm but already so dead body of a young man in her arms - she thought indeed it's worth all the hiding and stress, struggles between her two identities: one for family and friends, and one for<em>herself</em>.<br/>This person, died at age 27 could not live any longer with the serious heart disease that had hunted him for so long. Yet he died with a peaceful smile on his marble pale face - thanks to Beth. Because of her professionalism as a mental helper and yes, also because of her body and the pleasures he could reach, touch and embrace through her soft skin, fragrant hair, large breasts. If nature gifted her with those and also with the ability to be able to lactate without having a child - then why to refuse giving all the emotional healing she could give to so many as a late mother figure?...<br/><br/>Truth was she enjoyed her way of living, working, sharing. She<em>loved</em>it. This young man squeezed her breast, pressed his cheek against her body when he passed away... so her tall and strong yet soft figure was holding him. Still holding him, without a move, still whispering soothing words to his soul that now could possibly somewhere around in the quiet room, where there was only Elisabeth, that body and soul being just separated and Vivaldi, humbly caressing from the background. It was his last wish. To go away like this... Before they met many times, she gave him orgasms the most secure, gentle and caring ways he could enjoy - modes his fragile organism was able to bear without danger or uncomfortable effects. They smiled a lot... even laughed a lot... And now he was gone. Just exactly<em>how</em>he wished to be gone...<br/><br/>Before she arranged her clothes and pressed the button to call a nurse - there was Raiga on her mind. Her fellow doctor, her friend... her lover. She was able to cope with a situation like this alone, of course she was, she had to. Only... somehow it felt better with him by her side. Where can he be now?... As their relationship was slowly developing it really surprised her how much attention she payed for his schedule, his moods, all his acts -even the smallests- and appearances here or there...<br/><br/>One more time she kissed Daniel Clark's forehead, stroking away mops from his finally released face.<br/>Time of death 21:10.<br/>She didn't want to cry in his presence...<br/><br/>