"I was out for a week? That sounds damn serious" Brian whispered."It was a bit touch and go for the first day or two; they had to relieve some pressur... off your brain so they had to drill some holes in your skull and puts some shunts in. They worked like a charm though and your vital signs and brain readings are back to normal now" the blonde told me."Next time they can take the damn car!" Brian said as the nurses giggled. "So what day is it anyway?" It's Tuesday April 28th, 2009 10:45am". They all found themselves sliding this way and that over each other even when one of them tried to stand up or something. Unfortunately the plastic Twister mat proved quite detrimental to people attempting any sort of vertical maneuver. The result was more faces finding themselves being thrust into more pubic regions as they slipped or fell onto each other.After a while everyone gave up trying to extract themselves from this milieu. They all just decided to have a good old time fucking each. ‘Oh my God, I’m a fucking idiot,’ she murmured. Jon laughed and continued brushing. He took special care not to brush down into her lap where the rest of the rice had slipped but he looked at her. She knew he was considering it. He knew she knew. ‘I’m gonna change my shirt.’ She whispered. Cady stood up only to be pulled back down. ‘Leave it,’ he told her, equally as quiet as her own voice. Caden held her breath again as his hazel eyes captured her gray ones. God, if he was looking into her. She again dances as my eyes follow her every move, and I memorize every detail. I've not seen this side of Cindy before, and I find myself reevaluating every previous thought I've had of her.The music fades to silence, and I manage to turn away long enough to wish good-night to the last of our group retiring to their rooms. As they depart, I see in their eyes and knowing smiles they understand and approve of whatever is happening between Cindy and me.Cindy moves to a spot just in front of where.