So I pulled up my jeans, imprisoned my cock, and walked to the door. I was very amazed to see the person standing on the other side of the door. Angel...��smiling seductively. She looked even hotter in person. She was wearing a silk robe and twirling the end of her tie. The robe was thin enough to see her still erect nipples. My cock was now unbearably hard and impossible to hide. “You gonna let me in?” she said, as she pushed open the door. I just stood there like a dumbass. Her eyes lit on the. Abby kept me informed as to George’s condition. By the time the ambulance had him moved onto the Emergency Room gurney, he was starting to come around. The doctors were suggesting that all he had really sustained was a moderate concussion and a wound where the bullet dug a trench along the side of his head. Once that was stitched, he was going to be admitted for two days of observation. Abby assured me that that was the extent of George’s troubles. She said she heard it from a doctor, whom, she. Whatever." Uhm, your mother ... Can you tell me..." I don't know, but I fear she's dead. The last victim we rescued from that plantation never saw her. In a way I hope she's dead, because life ... especially when I escaped..." Gina cried."I'm sorry." It's okay. I need to tell you. It's why we're here. Ask me something." I don't want to..." Please. You have to know." Okay. The deflowering." Yes. I guess I kind of lucked out. They used me to train the matriarch's son in the art of sex. Groomed to. I told him about you, so he may ask some questions. I hope you don't mind." Nope. I'd be surprised if he weren't curious."Promptly at eleven-thirty on Saturday morning, Martin and David Polikoff pushed through the doors of Amnesia! and asked for John at the bar. Carl was told to expect them and quickly informed John of their arrival.David was quiet and polite as John was introduced. The youth smiled as he was presented with a white smock and hairnet, mandatory in the kitchen for all staff..