It had been a long time since someone ran a bottleneck up Sherry's spine, but that was a memory she wasn't ready to let surface, not yet anyway. Slowly she pushed the door open and there he was. She gasped, her heart deafening. His tanned muscular arms were encircling a small banjo, as his long taut fingers gently caressed the fret board. Sherry's mind started to work overtime. If only she had strings...... "Come over here and let me have a good look at you, Sherry." Her pulse raced, "Yes doctor," she cooed.