" I agree. Get it done as soon as you can." How are things in here?" Brett asked.Paul shook his head, his eyes showing helplessness. "Dale is going to...die," he said. "Probably within the next twenty-four hours. He's bleeding internally at a slow but steady rate. I have no way to replace blood or repair the damage the bullet did to him. Even if I did, he would only get peritonitis. His small intestine is pretty ripped up. I can see that just by looking from the outside. That means his large. The only pair I previously had were the emerald green school speedos, and as I didn't want to wear them at the beach to tan myself, I searched for a pair that I had seen on another k** that looked really sexy. Aqua blue and skimpy around the sides, I found a pair just like them and they were so shiny and bright I had a slight burst of adrenaline in anticipation of trying them on and feeling them on my soft skin. I didn't often use the showers here, so I wandered down to the very last cubicle. None of this can have been easy for you — and you can have dinner with us?”Jenny looks around to Joe. He can tell she’d like to stay. He’s not so sure that he wants to spend any more time here than is absolutely necessary, but it is going to be very late by the time they get home if they start the journey now, and if it helps Jenny re-adjust then it’s all to the good — and the offer of dinner is tempting.“Sure,” says Joe. “Why not? Thanks, Corinne, we’d like that.”Jenny, happy for Joe to take. Fast forward to a few days ago where we met for dinner where I haven't seen him in a few years, and it's been about ten years since we last were intimate.It was just for dinner as he was in town visiting family and he wanted to catch up and see how I was doing after my husband's passing. He was ever the gentleman and didn't make any sort of pass at me. I saw in his eyes he wanted the night to end in my bed, but I also saw that there was no way he was going to ask me out of respect for my.