Soon his labored breathing slowed. The color returned to his face, and at last he opened his eyes to focus on me. I removed my hand from his forehead,...thinking that he might not wish to be nursed. Softly, he reached toward the hand I withdrew and clasped it. Even without exchanging words, I knew that he was grateful to me. … I knelt beside him for nearly two hours while he gazed up at the ceiling. He seemed to be gathering his thoughts as well as his strength. After a while more, I whispered a. " "Of course not, honey. You go to Michael's room and grab some swimming shorts and I'll get on with my work. Just be careful in the pool, okay?" Josh nodded and stepped past Julia, heading through the house and up the stairs. Following him, Julia watched as he walked into her son's room. Stepping into her own room, she closed the door behind her, feeling a little guilty for telling Josh that she would be working when her real intention was to spend an hour playing with herself. Sitting on her. I reach the hem of your boy shorts as the waiter comes to take our order. You assume I will stop since someone is here, but I order for the both of us as my hand continues its journey. I reach your center and you are soaking wet. I caress your slit through the fabric of your panties as I look directly at the waiter as I order. You are biting your lip. I tease you by asking you if you want to add to our order. As you open your mouth to speak, I slip my finger under the elastic and slide it. Not even a grunt of sound. You won't be able to eat, or even blink your eyes. They will have to feed you with tubes to keep you alive. Drops will needed to be put in your eyes to prevent them from drying and withering in their sockets, as you slowly go blind. Even after you go blind, you will be able to hear and feel every touch on your skin. You've seen how unresponsive patients are treated in the hospitals. That is what you have to look forward to for the rest of your short life. Think about.