Milton lie on your back.” My father lay on his back and Vera climbed on top of him so that she was face to face with me. Her breasts drooped down. S...e got my father’s meat and impaled herself upon it. A low groan came forth from both of them as she sank down. Her eyes met mine. A smile touched her lips. Then she leaned over my father so that her tits smothered his face and her face was two feet from mine. She said, “Marty, see anything you like?” And wiggled her white ass cheeks in the air.. She thought about their financial condition. Surely this kind of debasement could not be any worse, could it?Amy was silent again for about five minutes. She was oblivious to the laughter of the children around her. She was oblivious to the excitement inside the Hall."My daughter's house is a block east of here. It's the house with the white camper trailer on the south side. Give me a minute to go inside and get my purse. I will start over. Give me a few minutes. I don't want to be seen leaving. In just seconds she hadmy arm in a tourniquet and had a needle in thecrook of my elbow. I hardly felt it. Seconds later,with three small vials filled with red, shewithdrew the needle and had a band-aid on me.“Alright,” she smiled, “now please undresscompletely and put on this gown.” She handed me ahospital gown, paper slippers and a plastic tray.“Hang your things here,” she touched an antiquecoat tree as she walked out of the room, closingthe door.I sat a. Back in the good old days when the written word was really written and you hoped to god your yearning letter of passion didn’t end up in some disgruntled postal worker’s yard. I don’t know if transcribing this for your eyes is an act of betrayal, celebration or simply self-indulgence, but it’s therapeutic for me, I suppose. And I want to record this while I still can – the paper in Lori’s original letter is yellowing and her curly cursive fading. To help set the scene, know that Lori was a.