"It's in the directory right next to the phone. The name is Murray, Linda Murray... Oh God, please don't..."Beverly flipped down to the M's and found ...he number for Murray.It was right across the street just like he'd said. She dialed the phone and after a couple of rings she heard a young girl's voice on the other end."Hello. Is this Linda Murray? Wonderful! My name is Beverly and I'm calling from Mr. Hyde's house. Are you very busy just now?... Oh... your parents are out and you're listening. ’ Brad thrust in and retreated, and Wendy again whimpered ‘Fuck me.’ Another deep thrust, another slow retreat. Another softly-moaned, only slightly-louder, ‘Fuck me.’ Slow downward thrust, throb, pulse, rapid upward retreat. A louder moan, ‘Mmmm! Yeah, baby! FUCK me!’ Thrust again, pause, push that extra bit even deeper, pause again, then another slow retreat, followed by Wendy’s loud scream to ‘GIVE it to me!’ Thrust inward again, slightly faster this time, then swift upward retreat. A louder. Giving me such a shock that in that lifetime when I was tightrope walker I almost fell into Niagara Falls. Or did I? Cause it sure felt like it. And I can’t wait till the next time I hurt myself so I can see my royal blue blood run out of me. And no mater how big the cut, I will not bandage it even if my life depended on it. I have waited too long to return back to being part of that royal bloodline after being cast away for my arrogant mistakes. But now that I’ve been humbled I feel worthy. For a long time Jenny had been giving us bothmulti-vitamens to take, but once Denise had told her about my symptoms,she had switched mine to new ones. Aware of the changes in the shape ofmy body, I developed a sort of hunched walk, to try to hid what werebecoming rather large assets that I really shouldn't have.That was why I had ended up actually going to see the doctor. Denisewas with me, embarrassing though it was for me, and she showed her shockat the state of my chest."He can't get hard.