Ms. Peters. Come to check on your prize pupils I wager," he had said. She had indicated her agreement and he had continued. "Probably some boy again I...would suspect, even though they both denied that quite strongly." The man had droned on for sometime with his pet theory as Angelina attempted to smile and control her desire to roll her eyes and dash past the man. Finally he had wound down, informing her that he had locked them in his office to sort things out."I DO hope that more violence won't. He would be out for hours as his body recovered, and Melanie, for her part, was now more powerful than ever, a sexual Goddess in full heat….For some reason, Melanie felt really restless after her energizing fuck with Chad on the stairs. So she dressed and left the house. It was Saturday, the banks would be busy, but she didn’t really mind. It felt good being outside. She shut her eyes and tilted her head back, letting the sun warm her face, neck, and what was exposed of her cleavage above the. So, as I reached in to fix the top bc's, my foot subconciously relaxed onto the pedal, causing it to come down with all 3000 lbs of pressure (a major safety design flaw I'd like to point out) and catching my finger between the stack of bc's and the clamp itself. I instinctively pulled my finger out and stuck it under my left armpit, while jumping up and down and cursing to myself. First "Goddamnit you stupid fuck!!!" followed by a lot of multiple "fuck". So here's the thing. I have done. .Arms?Check.Legs?Check. Right leg hurts like fire, but it's definitely right where I left it.Fingers and toes?Check and check-check.My chest hurt like someone used it to light off fireworks. The burn was going to be a problem if it kept up very long.Head – Ok, let's take that one slowly...HOLY CRAP!!!!!I've got a head, but it isn't nice.'So, ' I thought. 'How dead am I?'The answer to that question stumped me to the point that I put off opening my eyes and discovering who I was, this.