I recall having slipped in and out of consciousness for who knew how long. Every time I awoke there was someone holding my hand, and often the male vo...ce I had heard at my rescue was there, talking to me about all manner of things. ‘Ashley? Oh Jesus, Ash…’ The words were coming from somewhere beside me the next time I slipped back into my own mind. It was the voice of my mother, soft and comforting as it had always been. I attempted to flex my fingers, and found that not only could I think. Me : I like you yaar……She : keh diyaa naah dont msg me…..Me : plz hum.Frnd ni ban saktee….Plzz plzzz…She : nahi byee….Me : plzz be my frnd I really likee you….She : okey thik hai bt only friend agey ke liye kuch matt kehnaa…Me : okhey (usko kyaa maalum agey ke liye toh msh kiyaa hai hahhahaa)Thode dino baad fone par baatey karne lag gaye…. Baatey karte karte usnee mujhe khaa maine tujhse milna hai…..Maine khaa thik hai usne jagah btaadi or tym btaa diyaa…..Mai bhi chala geya milne…Maine jab use. Maybe not foot fetish porn specifically for a while, but that kind of activity would definitely start shortly after the experience which was the reason for my writing this post. I grew up in the suburbs of Austin, Texas. One hot Texas summer day when I was about 15, my best friend at the time, who I'll call Sarah, rode her bike all the way to my house to play some Street Fighter (she was a total tomboy/anime nerd). We lived in different neighborhoods, but went to the same middle school and had. ...mind storage; it's gotta be a gag orsomething this little thing couldn't possibly do all this stuff."Briannareplied not realizing the Auto surgeon was also voice activated and hadswitched between the three functions she mentioned as she spoke themaloud.Brianna picked up the device just as Jenna was walking out in a towel."Operate...what does that mean...ungh?" Brianna replied feeling the world spinthen everything go dark as a pulling sensation built in her head."Bri...oh my god what.