I was unconscious for nearly twenty-four hours.Off in the distance I heard someone yelling. "Where's the doctor's daughter?" I tried to yell. "Arrest ...he mayor, arrest the cops, and shoot Cassidy!" Suddenly I came awake and realized I was doing all the yelling. "Oh damn but I hurt," I moaned.Babs Stoker sat in a chair beside my bed. "John, how are you feeling now?" she asked in a very sympathetic voice. "You gave us a scare there for a while. That doctor worked almost all night to get you. I started to explode. She took the first shot, swallowed it down, then pulled back quick and let the rest shoot all over her. It was on her face, in her hair, all over her chest. She put her mouth back on my cock and sucked it dry. She took everything she could get, and I recorded it all. She stood up, took my phone and put it on her nightstand, then we laid down on her bed.I asked her what the hell was going on. Alyssa said she didn’t want to lose me to Morgan, or some other little hoe just. He helped me come back home.”Her husband came towards me and patted me, and said, “Well done, son. You will have to take care of her for a few more months. I am going to Delhi tomorrow for my visa. I will be abroad for a few months.”“Sure, I will take care of her!” I replied.A week passed by, and I would serve food and take care of Chitti. Then one day, she called me and said, “Son, I haven’t had a bath or changed my clothes since my leg fractured. Please give me a sponge bath and change my. Mrs. Grove was licking her fingers clean. She than gulped half of her white wine. “Please excuse me. I’ll be right back.” She said. We watched as she walked toward her kitchen. She tossed out the empty taco bag. She washed her hands. She then slowly walked back into her living room. She had sipped almost the rest of her wine. She then looked over her wine glass. “What else did you young men bring me?” said Mrs. Grove. She pointed to my right hand. I slowly raised my right hand. She.