In truth, I had read the file several times over the past few days. I was just trying to look like I was doing something other than watching her. Yes,...I noticed another woman. She wasn’t the classic beauty of magazine covers, but in truth nobody is, and that isn’t a definition of beauty to which I subscribe. She was not very tall, standing about five feet, maybe even four foot eleven, and her figure was petite, though she was busty. She had a lovely and warm smile and her eyes simply pierced. ."Hello, how are you? I'm sorry to message you I know your profile shows your straight but I think your gorgeous. I'm not asking to hook up or anything but I'm just looking for a chat, you will probably just delete this message anyway but I thought it was worth a shot. Have a good evening"I actually felt bad for the guy, I did usually just delete those messages and feeling the same as most of the women just delete my message so I thought meh I'm not doing anything else why not. So I messaged. At least I would be able to ogle them some so the night wouldn’t be too boring for me.Our parents had gone to some other party and wouldn’t be home until quite late. I couldn’t say I was excited about spending the evening with four silly young girls, but then they were all pretty cute. Maybe I could think of a way to make the best of it.I was still up in my room when I heard the doorbell ring.“David!” Susie called to me from downstairs. “They’re here! Come on down, I’m ready to party!”I was. The wounds from the rods through her arms and legs are still healing; they were left open to allow them to heal from the inside out. She has lost some strength but should get it back once she is totally healed and can begin to exercise, for now she is just doing physical therapy. The psychological wounds are a different story; she seems scared and submissive most of the time. She is constantly at my side, only feeling safe if she is within a step or two of me. It does not bother me to have her.