That, too, dripped down her back and pooled below her until she was laying in a puddle. She erupted, spraying a stream down onto her own belly, and sh... thrust her pelvis upward, further angling the warm gush down toward her face. She opened her mouth and gargled her own piss, staring at me as she did so. Wet makeup bled and too much eye liner streaked stark black tears across her face. “That's a good fuck pig.” But I was not at all satisfied with that. After so much preparation, so much wild. "I don't seem to be in any pain."At that instant, she collapsed, her head resting on my chest. She began to cry softly; I could feel her tears soaking through whatever hospital garb I happened to be wearing. I discovered that I could move my arms, and I wrapped them around her as best I could. Had I been a little more coherent, I surely would have broken down as well. As it was, my mind was still trying to sort out what was real and what was not."Oh, sweetie," she told me, raising her head up. " So you've been friends fourteen or fifteen years?" Off and on," Frank agreed. "Like I said, we played ball together in high school. After we graduated, Manny got picked up with a single-A team. He played about three years with the Redding Rascals. He never got moved up any further and eventually they canned him when he tested positive for steroids."The detective nodded. He already had this information before him but it was nice to know that Frank was telling the truth. "So when he came back. She burrowed back down into her pillow to at least try and get a few more minutes of sleep. Underneath the comforters and quilts was very warm and inviting, while the bedroom seemed too cool. She carefully stuck a toe out to confirm that it was indeed too cool. It was definitely better to stay bundled up under the covers.She felt the presence of her husband, Eric, beside her. He had a strong, solid aura that eased her mind and allowed her to sleep peacefully. She did have to poke him every once.