That thought made me feelcomforted. I was happy that my balls were stuck back in their cavity. Icould not feel them between my thighs and that felt ri...ht. My todger waspulled back between the cheeks of my bum. I used to feel proud of it,once. Now it was starting to feel wrong.I arranged to meet up with Fran and go for a meal. I was starting to getbored and my face was no longer showing the discolouration of thebruising, the stitches had gone and the ounds were starting to heal. Iwanted her. Thankfully the tapekeeping my eyes shut had been removed. As my eyes opened I could seethat a mirror had been added above the bed, apparently John wanted me totake full notices of the changes to my body. The youthful fantasy hadreturned with a healthy dose of reality. As I looked in the mirror abovethe bed I could see the gauze and bandages enclosing my crotch becomingmore natural each day. Nurse Ratchet would come in and change thedressing each day, she was always certain to tape my eyelids. If he lied about her propensity for being mysteriously beaten up and treated under assumed names, what else did he lie about? Will any of those lies result in my getting myself killed when I try to take out my target? Normally, I wouldn’t give a shit about why he wants her killed, but as I dig deeper, I continue to find more and more of his lies. I have always hated woman beaters. If you can’t live with them, then get the hell out of the situation. There is no reason to beat on that little. I recognized the salty sweet taste of my husband as well as the taste of my own juices, ‘damn, I taste good.’ I thought as we kissed for a while longer. We must have been kissing for a while because all of a sudden I heard my husband clear his throat. He was standing at the foot of the bed and apparently had enough time to go to the kitchen and get himself a beer and lite a cigarette, his beautiful cock now semi erect, dangling between his legs. I said to my loving husband as my friend lay.