He scratched his head thoughtfully. No point wasting money on fiberglass when she will never be able to walk again. Of course. Moreover, she may never...wake up from the coma. This tiny foot will never touch the ground again. Lifeless, it will stay frozen like that forever. The symbol of her paralyzed self. And eventually the muscles would wither and shrink, the nice curves vanishing completely. The door of the nurse’s room was closed; there was no one to be seen around. Simon slipped into ward. She smiled. She glanced over at me with a puzzled look. It would seem she didn't hear a word I said... But it didn't really matter to her anyway. Her gaze falls to my semi-erect cock, still covered in our juices, and her smile grew. She quietly slid down off the bed and crawled over to me. My eyes were still sewn shut while I awaited her reply. I definitely hadn't just seen her drink my sperm and was quite surprised when I felt something touching my cock. I cracked open one eye to see what. His arm and hands were comforting but not fondling. We talked about the night. He shared the comments the men made and expressed his personal astonishment at the activities of the evening. He found himself in the doorway to the bedroom frequently in concern, amazement, wonder, and gratification. There were times when the sounds caused him concern only to find explosive orgasms. There were times when he was amazed at what my body could consume in one act as when I had all three holes filled. ‘Crap.’ She picked up her fork and started in, but already she felt eyes on her as she started. This is what it’s like being the school outcast. Leslie mused. When she was back in school she was the popular girl. Queen bee as it were. ** ‘Nice shirt.’ ‘Fuck you. Gen picked this out.’ Leslie spat out. After that embarrassing meal she was not in the mood for Lee’s remarks. ‘Let’s just get this over with.’ ‘That’s the spirit! On the road to recovery!’ Leslie’s face took on an even darker tone.