THE ACCIDENTBut I couldn't.In late July, almost a year since moving to Pleasantville, I suffered anaccident. I was seriously injured. I awoke in the h...spital. Norma was bymy side. Greg hovered in the corridor."Rest easy," she said, holding my hand."How? When?" I asked her, confused as I was."It's been three weeks. Little Billy Hardy dashed out to get a ball. Youswerved to not hit him. Your car hit the Hardy's tree. You've been in acoma since."I faded out again.-----000-----A doctor I presume,. Things like clothes, movies and music. Of course when it came to music they just couldn't stay on the same page, Caroline could only talk about the Beatles and the rest of the groups that were springing up on the back of the 'fab fours' extraordinary popularity while the closest her mother could get to popular music was Cliff Richard and the Shadows. Her preference, she knew, was for the English traditional jazz artists like Acker Bilk, Kenny Ball and Chris Barber and American blues legends. I’m not sure how long I’m gonna last.”As the last inch sunk inside my hole, he wrapped his belt, the belt that had left bruised across my ass, around my neck. I was collared and now his. He started slow and picked up the pace fast. My moans came quick and breathless. “Yes… Fuck me…. Oh fuck… I love your cock… yes…” I was losing control and I was liking it.“Does Daddy’s little whore love his fat cock… take that fat rod up your cunt…” His breathing was coming in gasp and his thrusts became. And let them know that his other rapist was on the run.The call connected and started to ring. It continued to ring 7 times until the line went dead. Charlie pulled the phone from his ear and stared at the screen. The power was out; he supposed that could affect 911, especially if the outage was widespread enough. In fact, it surprised him to even get a signal, much less 4 full bars. Cell towers must have backup power supplies, like hospitals and supermarkets, and the old landline in his house..