Sure enough, after just a few seconds more of looking at each other she declared: well, I’m going to my room.what am I meant to do about that? I tho...ght, I thought a lot of things, in quick succession..i watched her walk away, that remarkable, allicient ass of hers the focus of my attention..rush of blood to the head now and I shouted: what number?442..I arrived at her door about 10 mins after. I’d delibrrated even going. This could compromise a lot, in so many ways! And why was she doing this?. “I miss the farm. It’s quiet though there’s always something to do.”We ate heartily since the chain was having all you can eat this Saturday. Their food was good and I stoked up. I figured we would walk the morning away and maybe into the afternoon. I enjoyed being with my parents and was glad that Agnes seemed to enjoy them, too. It made for a warm, comfortable time. After breakfast, we went for a walking tour of the college including where the film would be shown this evening.We had our arms. It was getting better, but slowly.On Tuesday, she surprised everyone by walking down the stairs, but needed Roberts help to make it up the stairs. She whispered to him "I never knew a sprained asshole made any movement so difficult."Robert smiled and winked at her while helping her up the stairs.She only took one more set of Pills Tuesday and that was to go to sleep at night, curled up next to Robert on his bed.Wednesday, she was restless and feeling bored. She had been cooped up for five. There was a young man of kildaireWho was fucking a girl on the stair.The bannister broke,But he doubled his strokeAnd finished her off in mid-air.There was a young girl from new yorkWho plugged up her cunt with a cork.A woodpecker or twoMade the grade, it is true,But it totally baffled the stork.Till along came a man who presentedA tool that was strangely indented.With a dizzying twirlHe punctured that girl,And thus was the corkscrew invented.There was a young lady of norwayWho hung by her.