.. Again.What a Shock! Nine times I've died, and each one was terrible. Falling forty odd stories off of an apartment building with three vials of ins...ant death lodged in my stomach wasn't my favorite by a long shot. But I was just as dead, and it certainly didn't take very long.With Noah Guthrie dead, I needed to contact Angela's secret email and reconnect, but until I was able to wake up that was impossible, so I concentrated on getting better. For days I lay trapped in an inert body, unable. My cock was getting hard at the thought of what this story was leading to. She was explaining to me the events that led up to what I saw the other night. I couldnt believe it. Its okay baby, keep going. Lee took another deep breath. So, uhm, I just took my underwear off all together. And then I was thinking about how it felt good a couple of times when my undies were touching me, and I was wondering why. So I started touching myself down there, She paused to point down to her pussy. And at. I have to remember that, though, later on. Because the angercomes back and you can get mad at things that you've forgotten havealready been resolved.In the end, I guess the big lesson I learned is that it's not Marcia'sfault, or mom's fault. It's not my fault or even my birth mom's fault.It's not really anyone's fault. Accidents happen. We're all human. Buteven knowing that doesn't heal everything. It's like if you break a legvery badly. It heals, you can walk on it just fine, but that. "Looks like you two really like each other," was John's strange comment.John walked Martin to the door and Deborah busied herself clearing up the coffee cups and taking them to the kitchen. John appeared at the kitchen door and Deborah turned to face him. "Well, what an incredible night that was!" John told her, his arms outstretched to her.Deborah looked at him apprehensively. "Are you okay with it all, John? You're not upset with how intense it got?" I loved it, darling. I loved every single.