I got a feeling that I was completely safe and never lost any of my own blood. This was all a ruse by the place in my head. No matter what they tried ...o do to stop the bleeding, it wasn’t going to work until I made the place in my head stop making me bleed out the blood from the bags. Now I knew how to make it work at will.Screw them! I am going to drag this out for a few hours! Make them sweat it like they have been making all of us suffer.That is what I did too. I allowed them to sweat it all. The cook grabbed the order and examined it for a minute before replacing it on the wheel. Ed was only able to catch a slight glimpse of the cook.While Karen prepared two iced teas, Ed turned to Jack and asked, “So how long have you known each other?”A wide grin spread across his face as Jack recalled all of their years together. They had grown up as neighbors, gone to school together, and rode bikes with the same group of people. He answered, “Since we were kids. Karen was the girl next. We both headed to the bar for another drink, I got a beer and she got a glass of wine than sat down at one of the tables and started talking. I can't even remember what we talked about as all I was thinking was about how hard my cock was and how I was going to get this goddess into my bed. She snapped me out of the daze when she asked me to dance and I had to ask what she said, she just got up grabbed my by the hand and led me out onto the dance floor. I was in a daze watching her as we rocked. And so, one cold, rainy November night, I found myself standing beside the highway at my last bus stop. My breath mixed with the unrelenting drizzle and after half-an-hour I wondered if I'd ever catch a ride. But after another fifteen minutes a big, late-model Chrysler pulled over. I opened the rear door and tossed in my case, then got into the front seat."Helluva night for hitchhiking!" said the driver. He was a tall, heavily-built man, about 45 years old and well-dressed."It sure is!" I said..