She is like a rag doll. A nurse meets us at the door. "What happened?" she asks. "Domestic assault." Nick tells her. She gets a wheelchair for Shelly ...nd she wheels her directly to a room. Another nurse pulls us aside. "Are you family?" she asks. " No, I am her boss, friend I am her friend. She works with me." "I am going to need some information." I keep looking at the door wanting to get back to Shelly. I cannot stand the sterile feeling in hospitals. I hate the walls. The green tile they use. The final part will appear soon. Sorry for the delay. Comments appreciated. Enjoy reading. By 1 pm I felt very sleepy. The previous night I spent very few hours in the bed. Helen suggested that I should sleep for some hours and she would wake me up in the evening. She tucked me into the bed and kissed me saying “äiti rakastaa sinua” (mom loves you). I fell asleep the moment I closed my eyes. When I woke up after three hours of sleep I did not realize that I was at Helen’s home. My thoughts. My eyes were filled with erotic tears and I knew my mascara would soon be streaming down my cheeks heightening the visual images Franklin was entranced by. "Go for it!" Franklin said. My chest began to burn and I knew that if I didn't make one final plunge toward my goal I'd have to pull back to fill my lungs with life sustaining oxygen and start at the beginning. I ignored my lungs and pressed him deeper in my throat. Three two one inch separated me from my goal. His scent now clearly wafting. A vibrator appeared in her hand and with a little lubrication it was inserted in Kitten's vagina. The slow way it was inserted only made the thrashing more intense but as soon as it was all the way in. Doris started to move more quickly. The direction and angle were constantly altered so that the rows of small nerve clusters were constantly stroked as their turn came. Moments later Kitten screamed her joy and collapsed on the bed as her husband had caused her to do so many times before.Doris.