We curled up next to each other and just cuddled. After about fifteen minutes, she turned over and said, “What the fuck Randy, you’ve never licked...my ass, you’ve never eaten my pussy after fucking me, you for damn sure never let me get near your ass, now you’re outside naked which I’ve never seen! Are you seeing someone else now? I said, no, not really. What do you mean not really. I’ve been getting blowjobs from other guys at the adult bookstore and met another guy there that has kinda taken. ’ They walked to the elevator silently. Chris saw that the elevator went up to the third floor. ‘So she is on the same floor with her daughter,’ Chris thought. After a nurse handed him scrubs and warned about shoe covers just like in the neonatal ICU, he went in. Mrs. Jane Doe was still unconscious, white as snow where it wasn’t an ugly purplish black. Her hair fell over the pillow in a mess. Her fist was closed as if hanging on to something. Chris stood by her and stroked her hand. She looked. He was busy looking for God and maybe I was too. I needed something to reassure me cause fifty to one was a real heartbreaker, though I mighta expected it."What are you praying for, man?" I asked again."Forgiveness." He jerked at the word and his voice sounded confused, like what else would he be wanting?"What did you do?" ... did I do?" he mumbled and turned his head, looking at me with his red rimmed eyes, all puffy from crying. "Fuck you."He turned back around and he'd probably thought I. He kept staring at me, and minutes later he said those r nice colours n u look great. I replied back saying that my girlfriend got me these last month. He replied your wife is ok with thongs? From that question I figured he likes thongs but scared in wearing it....minutes flew by I made him understand that I was jus like him at one point in time......as mentioned to him that these are the best thongs so far n great material he asked do you mind if I feel it., I said no.....from there I got.