Then we realized that it was time again for her to be the patient. So we took a little break from the game. By that mean time I cleaned my self and ag...in set for the game. This time she came as a patient with some stomach pain. I welcomed her to the bed and asked her to raise her dress a little so that I can see her belly. She did that. I started touching her stomach and feeling it as if I was checking for some diseases. After doing that I asked that she needs to have an operation. I asked her. She nibbled at my fingers and before long, her hands were all over my face, chest, and tangled in my hair. We laid back onto the blanket and she climbed over me, plastering my cheeks, forehead and neck with kisses and giggling while she had her way with me. I was watching Emmy’s face as she had her fun and she seemed almost as happy as I felt. She became giddy and began tickling me. I wondered if she felt like a pubescent teenager or not like I did. She continued tickling me and didn’t stop. It can be very expensive."I told Yuri to have her call me the next time she phoned him. I said I would send her the money to cover the cost of a call. He assured me that he would inform her as to my condition.I lay back in bed and contemplated my situation. It was bad, very bad. I was robbed of seeing my girl by some drunken fool who didn't even require a hospital stay. Then other thoughts began to enter my mind. Did she think I had just stood her up? That mental exercise was just too difficult. " You don't deserve to die. An' anyway suicides go straight to hell, no trial." That's the point. That's where I belong." You ain't do that ta her." I say again holding him tighter. Maybe if I hold him tight enough, I can keep him from doing it again."Bullshit." I was there. You didn't break her arm." This time." I don't like where he's going with this, "What about the next? Or the next girl?" You won't." I will." I can feel him shaking still, "I will unless somethin' stops me." You'll stop.