”“Aron will come to see you a bit later. He is still at work.”“Can’t you take me home now?” he said, hoping that there was a way to be che...ked out from the hospital without the need to see Aron.“The doctor says that in a couple of days, we should be able to do that,” his father said. “And why don’t you want to see Aron? Are you still upset with him for marrying Alex?”Dad, you have no idea.Yeah, Aron fucked me.C’mon, it’s mom and dad! Are you a frigging idiot? And Aron fucked ... Alex,. That was where we met Minnie, too. Minnie was also known by her Indian name, Minnie "Moose" Bushytail. Full-blooded Comanche Indian. Built like a steel-reinforced concrete shithouse. Could drink more beer in a single glass than most people could in a whole evening, and still be sober enough to drive Daytona 500 and finish 4th or better.Joanna, on the other hand, was a bit more delicate in her build. She was a curvy girl, and kinda weird. The good kind of weird. She always wore her hair in a. The man checked my sister's pulse and then looked into her eyes, he spoke a spell of healing but her body did not respond, he turned to my father, "I'm sorry, the body lives but the mind is wandering, it is beyond my skills to help her." He saidThey took my sister's body to her bed-chamber and placed it on her bed, I wouldn't let anyone else watch over her because she was my sister and I was responsible for her condition. My father tried to get servants in to watch her overnight but I shooed. We introduced ourselves. Her name was Marlene.After our second drink and a little small talk about the weather and winter skiing, there was no question – we were going home together. And we did – to my small, neat house. When I closed the door behind me, we were a flurry of hands and lips. I unzipped her, top to bottom and she spilled out, thick round breasts, meaty ass and thighs. I drooled wanting to feast, to touch every inch of her with my hands, my lips, my face – my tongue. She wasn′t.