” I wait for a response. The phone goes dead. Oh well I’m not ringing them back. Pulling up at the hotel the phone goes again. “Hi it’s’ Jac.... Hello!” again no response. Someone’s playing silly buggers. Getting my key and moving to the lift the phone goes again. “Hi it’s Jack. Hello? Can you hear me?” Getting a little tired I say, “it your last chance. Speak now or be forever sorry!” I wait for a couple of seconds then, “Hi Jack. Its Amy” her familiar broad Scottish accent whispers. “What’s. Tom, listen real close. Stay calm, stay cool. Don't try to move, okay?" I can't move," I repeated to him."I understand. You have to understand too, Tom. I'll be back in a minute." He paused, I know now he was psyching himself up to give me some really bad news. "Tom, can you smell gas?"I nodded. Then it hit me. Gas. All those cars in movies and things. Exploding balls of fire. "Yes, I smell it. Go, please go. I'll be okay." If I couldn't run, he could. Should. Ran far, far away; Tom Ferguson's. Will you promise? I promised. She continued, “I want you to give me my injection. Can you do it?” “Sure I can do it. I’ve seen Mom do it a thousand times.” Flo went to prepare her syringe. I was sure there would be a puddle on the floor below my pants leg. My cock was running like a dripping faucet. She returned and asked me, “Will it be easier for you if I stand by the table or lying down on the couch?” The thought of Flo lying on the couch with her bare ass looking up me, made me think. I promise to think of what you have said, and consider fully your wisdom, and my options." She stood up whilst he was digesting her words. "But now I really must get back to my father ... goodbye for now, Bill; you should go and get some rest." she just managed to make her tone sound concerning and maternal – Just.Bill smiled up at her. "You have always been a good girl, Iris; a little too wilful ... a little too human at times, but a good girl at the heart of you." Daddy raised us well," she.