“You look good, old man,” said Adam, straightening his father’s bow tie.“And you do too, son.”“Dad, can I talk to you about something?”�...�Anything.”“Dad, I have a confession to make. When I was sitting out there on the ice shelf, all alone and colder than I’ve ever been – I got this crazy idea in my head.”“What’s that?”“I started thinking that you might be sleeping with Violet.”“I uh… what a ridiculous…I…” Charles was sputtering.“Sorry I shocked you, but let’s face it old man, you’re not. Splint. Sling. Out!Machete wound? Sew it up and bandage it. Out!We didn't even have time for analgesics - we knew we'd need all the pain medication we had and more when the really bad stuff arrived. Not that the patients appreciated that. It was obvious that some of these wounds were either self inflicted or else someone else taking out a grudge. Still - they couldn't hang around here with the potential life threatening injuries that would be heading our way sooner than we would like. Bernhardt. He did not have to bend down low because the view of his thigh came about halfway through. It had swollen to an unaccustomed size and now was all dark brown splashing onto the right thigh via his waist and genitals, which also took on a darker shade of ochre.My God, thought John, am I terminal? What the hell is this, some kind of new disease I contracted in the gym? He attempted to get up but an unusual weight below his waistline prevented it. Panicked, he sprung to his feet and slapped both. The strap-on slid lazily through my palm, but where it touched me, I held it fast and hard against my clit. It was a little clumsy to keep it right there where I wanted it — with the wet lips of my pussy opened slightly beneath the base, with the flattest part of it compressing/rubbing/rotating my clit until it felt like a hard little pebble underneath the sudden give of the toy. It felt this close to too much. The ache inside my empty cunt was torture, brought tears to my eyes.And maybe I was.