"How did we do?" asked Jean when she lay soaking in her bath later that day."We did eleven all together," I said, "how do you feel?" Fine," she giggle..., "it's not that any of them lasted more than a couple of stokes."No that's true," I laughed with her for I myself don't last that long between her tits."I've paid a few urgent bills already," I said."Good," she smiled up at me, "you ok with this?" No of course not," I snapped, "sorry, I know it worse for you." No not really," she giggled, "I. ‘No, I have a little laundry to do, a few papers to work on, that’s all,’ she replied in a resigned voice. ‘Such a pretty girl, you should be out with some nice young man,’ Mrs. Stein continued. Mrs. Stein always said this so Anne took nothing from it and thanked her as she always did. Once in her apartment Anne immediately put what she was carrying down upon the couch and headed for the bathroom to wash her face. The day had been a hot humid one and she thought how nice it would be to get the. Even if he runs his mouth after getting over his scare, we're long gone from the area. Chances are that no one will believe him, anyway. If he ever tells at all, he's going to have to change the story a lot to make himself sound like anything other than the patsy in the situation, not to say anything about being at least guilty of sexually assaulting you two. Who's going to believe him if he brags that he fucked you and Arlene? And who will care?"Jeff hugged her to himself again, now talking. "People always got freaked out when I told them that. They didn't realise most people at the asylum were perfectly fine and none of them were criminally insane. The worst I faced was having to listen to delusions for hours on end. Though the person was usually so passionate you found yourself caught up. It was like listening to an audio fantasy book.Only the doctors, nurses and interns copped crap. To the people in the asylum I was just another one of them who visited on weekends. And as such.