"You picked up an injured Red Tailed Hawk about a month ago. How's it doing?"Shocked, Birdie answered, "She's doing fine." Good. Do you think it will ...ly again?"Turning on her professional face, Birdie answered, "Yes. The bone is healing well. The joint wasn't impacted. There was a slight infection, but it cleared up after we treated it with antibiotics." Excellent." So what is a Ranger doing here?" William asked."I heard some more footprints were found outside the park. I came to see if that. His cheeks had become sallow and gaunt. The laugh lines around his mouth no longer deepened. New lines had formed from his grimaces."It hurts so much," he rasped. His bony hand reached out to cover hers. He looked at her bowed head, at the silver strands that graced the dark hair. A single tear splashed on the back of his hand.When she finally looked up, her eyes were wet and her nose was pink. Something in him twisted at the sight of those tears. He always hated to make her cry."How can you. - So still willing to get the last photo?- Yes of course.- Then you’ll give that to your slutty wife for breakfast.While telling me that he gave me a new vial of the liquid I used the last time.- There is more, because this time I’m going to need her longer. As soon as she’s gone, you call me.At these words, I felt a shameful premise of erection.The whole evening I was torn between the guilt of what I was going to do the next day and the excitement it gave me.I was awake very early. Unable to. He held it there for a few moments before sliding it out only to roughly ram it back in again. While all this was taking place, Jerry continued snapping pictures. It reminded me of a fashion photo shoot with the camera clicking and Jerry offering words of instruction. I held my arms limp at my sides and opened my mouth as wide as I could to encourage Stan to use my throat as roughly as he liked to jerk himself off. He held me by my ears as he worked my head up and down, impaling it repeatedly.