Dr. Debra Rich stepped off the elevator to join our group. After a warm hug, "I see you still have not learned to run from the gunfire. According to t...e news it was a good thing yesterday," she said.There was a small room off to the side of the waiting area where we could talk. The doctors and clergy went to meet with the family of patients. I asked the family to follow me in there and I made the introductions.I explained that I had asked Dr. Rich to come speak with them and Caroline because I. I didn’t question his insistence. We were led downstairs and outside to a waiting van. It was painted brown, and it just LOOKED like a package delivery vehicle. There were benches inside, and the doc and I sat opposite each other in the back during the two-minute ride. Once again, the operative told us to keep completely out of sight until we’d been given the all-clear, and then he picked up a cardboard box and got out, seemingly talking to himself as he did so; but, of course, he was. " I was suddenly overwhelmed by pillows as they started grabbing them off the nearby couch and throwing them at me. It was a good sign."Then," Allison continued once they ran out of pillows, "we're hoping we can get you some extensions so your hair will look a lot longer. You see, they are looking for a girl with short red hair. If you had long hair we could cut it, but they would expect that and watch for it. But no one would be looking for a girl with long hair because hair doesn't grow that. Chances are at least one of them will take a liking to me, or maybe several. With some beer in my belly I'm sure I'll find the courage this time!" - I think to yourself. Fantasizing about how I'll sleep with every one of them, perhaps several at once each night. I feel a stiffness come on. It's not a problem, nobody can see it from here.I start touching yourself over my pants, drifting off into fantasy while I look at the back of their heads, remembering how they look, their big breasts hiding.