By the time they reached the Clinic things had thawed out a little bit between them all and they all made a real effort to pull together for Carrie’... sake. They didn’t want her to see them all out of sorts with each other. At the Clinic they were greeted by Carrie’s father who looked very grave and tired.“I’m sorry to have made you all rush like this” he began, “but Carrie’s taken a sudden and very serious turn for the worse. She was doing fine yesterday but this morning she started slipping in. Major General Charles Donaldson, my father-in-law's grandfather,had ridden across France with Patten only to meet a bad end years later atthe Chosan Reservoir in a shithole called Korea. There were others toonumerous to recall. The current batch of living and recently dead Donaldson's was as tougha bunch as this country could produce. Equally devoted to the study of militarytactics and the works of Marquis De Sade, they were a twisted lot. Trace usedto say that his family considered arms. "Almost there, just a little bit more" I encouraged as the thing stretched her wider still."OH, OW, OH FUCK!" she started to pant. It was nearly there and then with a final extra push the widest part was at her opening and it popped the rest of the way in. She gave a loud grunt."Fuck! God it hurts!" You'll get used to it in a minute. Just think what it would have been like if I have tried to fuck your ass without doing this!"She just grunted and panted some more, still bent over, trying to. "I'm not saying it!" she whispered harshly."Bob, please open the trunk!" I called, rolling my eyes. "Pretty please!" Not until Jill says it too!" he called back."Never!" Jill snapped. I could hear Bob and Ned laughing outside."Oh come on!" I cried, annoyed with all three of them, but focusing my attention on Jill. "You're nineteen! Say pretty please and let's get out of this trunk!" No!" she said angrily. "He's never gotten me to say it yet, and I'm not about to start now!" You can't be.