"Ok...it'll be ok...you'll see. Come on...dry those tears....Now, let's get you clean." He got his shampoo and washed her hair, giving her a nice scal... massage, which she moaned her appreciation at. He then soaped her down from top to toe, making sure to manipulate her battered flesh as he went. Their is nothing like hot water for relieving tired and weary flesh, and Lesley was soon feeling human again. "Now I'm going to douche your pussy and bum...ok? You ok with that? Or would you rather do. I can’t manage if I lose the use of half my body on top of my other issues. I could still move, but I didn’t try to get my wife’s attention. She was in the other room. I was scared stupid, but If I was having a stroke I’d rather it kill me than adding another level of disability. I don’t want a life as a vegetable in a home.On the Night Of Hell they thought I was having a stroke and gave me a shot that they charged me personally, not the insurance company because I don’t have any, me personally. "B: "Why didn't you say anything?"E: "Don't know." I began to feel very uneasy, a little nervous, afraid of getting caught in not knowing anything about that all. But at the same time I was angry at myself, angry because once again I couldn't match them, because once again I didn't succeed in being a part of the group, because I noticed I was lesser developed than my friends. Once again I was running behind and I was angry and ashamed because of this. B: "You heard what we are going to do?"E:. ’ Mrs. Kingston began. ‘What, with one of my pupils?’ Lindi supposed. ‘No – I er… I’m afraid this concerns you.’ ‘Me?’ ‘I take it you’ve heard of FriendNet?’ ‘Well of course I have.’ Lindi answered, in reply to Mrs. Kingston’s mentioning of the popular social network, ‘I’ve never seen the point of connecting with my old classmates and stuff, so I’m not a member.’ ‘Yes, well a lot of the students here are members!’ Mrs. Kingston replied, ‘And this… whoever it is that’s behind it… could become a.