The fifth of his spurting wads was back in control, a direct hit to my right breast, so dead-on and fast and thick that I could literally see my nippl... punch into my tit from the impact, the blast-zone afterwards making a dinner-plate of white all over my breast, even at the edges save for some webbing streaks that dripped every which way.Another big blast flew out to slap all the way across the top of my chest, tracing the line of my collarbone now. Thick streaks rolled down like a set of. Rumors spreading that the school's Quarterback and one of the basketball players were making out in the coat closet.” He laughed. “Oh wow really?” I said pretending to be shocked. I knew Chris and Terry were gay for each other so I wasn’t really surprised. He started chatting more about the party and how everyone was either blacked out drunk or making out with someone. He said he got Alicen Murry number the hottest girl in school I didn’t believe him but I didn’t care. The two of us stopped at a Wendy's and had one of their chicken salads. Neither of us could finish it right then and we tossed what was left with a promise to eat again when visiting hours were over.John was awake and acting like he was ready to go home. We chatted until a nurse came in to check him and we asked if she could unplug him so he could go for a walk around the ward. She brought a contraption that hung from what looked like a guitar strap, but she unplugged a connector for a bundle. .. But Mrs. Cassidy, I'm disappointed. I was sure you would want to go over the rest of the book with me!"Sylvie realized that she ought to know the whole truth. She couldn't just ignore the fact that even without incriminating tapes, the book could paint the entire family in such a bad light that it would ruin her husband's chances for re-election. There were any number of unscrupulous newspapermen and publishers who would give anything to get their hands on Frank's writings. Somehow, she had.