For three days targeted leaks were made to the media about my supposed serious condition. Networks and papers alike picked up on the story and ran wit... it, interviewing Congressional pages that supposedly knew me and everyone from schoolmates to the employees at the children's home. They also recycled and added the same drivel obtained after I was shot to demonstrate what a great guy I was, and how sad it was that I was so seriously ill.When the leaks changed to good news, the networks. He slowed down the pace as grabbed my wet ponytail and yanked my head back as he gave a big deep thrust. I let out a little scream of pleasure mixed with the pain of having my hair pulled so hard. He circled his arms around my back and pulled me closer to him has he shifted his body and moved me under him, his cock sliding out of my pussy, he grabbed his cock and shoved it right back into my hungry pussy, him in control now. He grabbed my throat with one hand and fucked me like a real whore. I. So, Icame up with that lie, so I wouldn't have to see them look at me likethat anymore..."Dr. Byrnes told me, "Jordan they were just concerned, you were probablymistaking that for pity."I blurted out, "No! You're wrong Doc. I already told you they had givenup... Mom... You and Dad had too... It was no longer concern people wereshowing me... It was pity... It was like I wasn't even there anymore...It was like being conscious for my own funeral..."Mom gasped, "Jordan... I... Why didn't you say. It wasn't about ten minutes later my phone rang, it was Michael and he wanted to see what was going on with me. I wanted to call him out on where he was at, however I played it cool. I asked him where you at? He said just leaving a friends house heading home. I asked anyone I know? He replied no one worth mentioning and I left it alone.I told him I was home and headed to bed and I would call him tomorrow. I hung up the phone and I called Addison. She answered the phone and talk to me like.