He came in with Gonzalez following. Gonzalez was pushing a wheelchair with Givens in it. Following them was Riley Fox, hobbling around on a cane. They...were all wearing hospital-issue pajamas and robes. They were all yelling out greetings to me.“Jesus Christ! What happened to you guys? You look like you invaded a bandage factory!” I told them. Montoya and Gonzalez had bandages on their heads and faces, Givens had most of his left leg wrapped up, and I could see Riley’s left arm was all wrapped. I loved her just as much, more even, today than I did when we first met.I had thought I would feel more pain than this, but for some reason I just felt empty. No anger, sadness, grief or loss just a void. A dark and cold emptiness. I wondered at that. How can It be that after so long together I can contemplate my wife, in bed with another man, and not feel anything. I loved her with all my being and yet seeing her in his arms just left me feeling only very slightly sad. Nothing more.I watched. Almost unintentionally my hand reached for hers and I pulled it towards me as I bent down to get closer. Her fingers were very definitely wet and the scent was more powerful and even more compelling as I held her hand -- and then, in a moment of pure madness I bent closer still and pushed her fingers into my mouth. The flavour of her pussy was strong now in my mouth and I twisted my tongue around her fingers to gather every molecule of scent."Ohhh Chris, stop it!" hissed Deb, but instead of her. How was your day?"I roused myself and sat up. "I guess I was pretty tired. Hello Sweet-Caren-from-Next-Door. Ummm. Wait a second. Don't move. I'll be write back."I ran into the house, peed and then ran into the kitchen where I poured two glasses and picked up the flowers. She was sitting when I returned to the deck and handed her a glass."Here's to your good looks," I toasted. "And these are for you." I handed her the flowers."Oh, Ray. You didn't have to..." I know but see that big smile on.