Either my hearing was damaged again, or my body was too traumatized for my brain to be capable of processing aural communication. I was caught, once m...re, in a cocoon of silence, unable to participate with the people trying to save me.The ride to the local hospital was mercifully short, and I know I saw a doctor approach. By the time he tried to ask me some questions I was fading away, and the last thing I remember was seeing a hypodermic needle. I was out before he used it, though.Sometime. Have a go." Shewaits for thirty or forty seconds. "Thoughts came from nowhere, did theynot? How many of you remembered something you wish you'd said but didn't?Or said and wish you hadn't? How many of you heard a tune run through yourhead? How many of you thought about money? How many of you thought aboutsex? Those were memes, competing for ascendancy inside your brain. Theywere controlling the attention, not you."Ruth continues speaking, but Sylvia can't hear her. Elsie Harbron's wordshave. From there on we talked music, we were both rock fans although she seemed to know a lot more than I did, and the kilometres just slipped away. I barely even noticed when we pulled off the road onto a long drive way, mostly because it was paved with asphalt, and continued along between groves of oak trees. Bianca was just regaling me with a story about how she had once met Ozzy Osbourne when the limo pulled to a halt. I was more than a little surprised to find us parked in front of a large. . It’s not right, I can’t cheat on your dad and commit incest.” she said, as her son laughed. “I already fucked your ass, and came inside your throat like four times already!” she blushed as she was at a loss for words. She knew he was right. She only promised him one blowjob, but that turned into three consecutive blowjobs, followed by anal sex, and another facefuck.“Mom.. Let me make you feel good. Let’s throw away this whole birthday present thing, and let’s just become lovers.” he whispered.