It was less a ward, more a bedroom. It was actually a pick-up room. I felt as if I’m going to buy a brand new car straight off the showroom. Three i... fact. The room smelled sweet. Thin rays of sunlight were everywhere. It was probably the closest I’d ever get to the feeling of entering a heaven for the first time. And there they were. My three wishes… Asleep. Cuddled up together on the bed in white oversized t-shirts and shorts. Their legs, arms and slender bodies curled in and out, delicately. ‘I will too. Maybe we should go over together later today,’ Tiffany suggests. ‘I’ll make a fruit salad.’ That’s Darcy’s cure for everything – funerals, new neighbors, new babies… They talk several minutes more until Tiffany excuses her self. She has a nail appointment. Darcy looks at her watch and realizes the pool guy will be at her house soon. She tells Tiffany and both women laugh. *** Adam and Stephanie pull their Volvo into the driveway of their new home. The moving van is already there. The guy looked down at her shaved pussy and soon found his hand inside her panties as he pushed the cube inside her. As his hand lingered on her pussy he stroked her clit. Other guys hads gathered around to get a look at her pussy and tits. The guy with his hand on her pussy whispers in her ear that if there all helping cool her down she should help them. With that he moves her hand to his shorts so she can feel his cock. Lisa told him they need to go somewhere quiet. The barman tells them they. ‘You’re stupid,’ he said with a look full of hatred. ‘Coma Connie,’ he said. Coma Connie is what he called her when he was full of booze. He called her Coma Connie because whenever he started his tirade against her, she always had a comatose expression on her face, a self-protection mechanism that she wore like a suit of impenetrable emotional armor that she developed after years of enduring his verbal and physical abuse. Although, she still heard every word and they still hurt as much, her.