"After having a giant tube of her blood removed, Dr. Lewis left instructions to be paged as soon as the results came in. He then told Lana, "Come on, ...hile we wait for the results we can start working with a patient. The results of your test won't matter much in her case."Dr. Lewis led Lana to what seemed like a very crowded ward on the 17th floor of the hospital. Lana didn't fail to note all the crying and sad people around her, every room on this ward seemed to be filled with depressed. .. I mean, I’ve never actually... you know... done that.” I replied still in a nervous whisper. “Had you ever eaten pussy before starting here?” Lydia inquired with a wink. I shook my head, grinning. My life had been painfully boring and normal until just a few days ago. “Well, you’re one of those rare natural talents when it comes to lapping up cunt. I’ll bet that hot little tongue of yours could work its special magic rimming out a tight little butthole too.” I pondered that, unable to. He moves off as she closes her eyes to the guitar. Her hips begin to sway as the sound caresses her. She passes through the music into a land of dream under the deft guidance of ‘su giutarra Espanola’. Her eyes close and she is swept away. His playing speaks to her of a love they will share, a fuego dulce del amor y de la pasión. His fingers move from his playing to her face. His searching eyes meet hers. Cradled in his hands he slowly pulls her face toward his. His lips slip butterfly light. I know a guy who plays for Judson, and he said the running back did something to Mayhem’s house as some dumb ass prank or something, and it went too far. Mayhem got back at him for doing it and almost put him in the hospital.”“Is he a dirty player or something? Is that something you can like point out to the refs before the start of the game and make sure they watch out for him doing nasty stuff in-between or after the whistles?”“No. He’s not a dirty player.” Taylor took a moment to brush away.