The room dimmer had been set on low. He couldn’t remember which door (there were three in the living room) the dimmer was beside. The sound came aga...n and Patrick wondered whether a Zen meditation might help but when the sound came yet again he wondered if he would recapture enough serenity to ever do a Zen meditation again. The sound came again. Patrick moved from the living room, toward his den, passing a family room that was in the process of becoming a library. It was a jungle of ladders,. His hand worked its way up her thighs until it cupped against her undergarments. Still moaning encouragements, Katrina let him pull them aside, spreading her legs to allow him better access. Brom's rough fingers eventually found there way to the young girl's, by now excited and moist cleft. Katrina encouraged him to delve deeper, whispering wantonly in his ear as he continued to gently chew on her nipples. In addition, she reached over and caressed the sizeable bulge in his breeches, feeding. I immediately stopped to assist (I have a medical background, and carry a small first aid kit in the trunk of my scooter. As I approached, the young lad didn't appear to be badly injured, but I still asked if I could offer assistance. He thanked me, and I began to do a head-to-toe survey of him. Other than a couple of small places of "road rash," he appeared to have no remarkable injuries. I informed him of same, and indicated he should really get washed up and have the wounds dressed. I. The monkey does not wipe up his drool. He can't talk or even piss for himself, except through a tube where his dick used to be, and he has a bag for shit and piss attached to his chair. Since the monkey will not empty them he always stinks and shit and piss is all over the floor where ever he goes. His wife, who tried for years to get him to stop drinking and driving, finally left him and took the kids with her. She did not divorce him; she just headed out the door and never looked back. He.