Standing there stark naked with droplets of water easing down his young muscular body, Darren froze. "What the hell!" he started to say when two badge... came out of the pockets of the strangers. "We are with Mystick Security. You will come with us. There is a matter of theft to be discussed." said the black officer nearest him. Taking Darren by the shoulder he lead him into the bedroom. "I'd suggest you get dressed young man!" Shaky hand guided on some worn jeans and a faded tee shirt, similar. Bon Jovi, Motorhead and Jimmy Buffett were just a few of the pictures that she saw. She stood up and walked towards her travel bag and pulled an 8x12 photo of herself out, signing it and leaving it on the table.The smell of her sweat was filling her nostrils and made her uncomfortable. Standing in the middle of her dressing room, Carrie reached behind herself and unzipped the small, sparkly, black dress she was wearing. The dress hit the ground and she stepped out of it before pulling her white. Yes, he would work on that tomorrow while she was out.Ellen had come to live with him after her mother, his ex-wife, died. She was nearly 19 and would be attending college in the next term. She and Dan maintained a wonderful parent-c***d relationship after the divorce and he was always part of her life. He had dated, but none serious, mostly sex dates, a good dinner, a good fuck then send them home.Ellen left with her friend Tracy for a Saturday shopping trip leaving Dan alone to place his. When I came awake again I was on my hospital bed. I had trouble thinking. "Oh hell!" I hissed to myself and tried to draw a deep breath. I couldn't. My chest seemed to be held in a vice. I struggled against that vice and gave in to panic."Don't, John, don't." It was Julie. She seemed to float across my field of vision. "You are tightly bandaged. There is an oxygen tube in your nose. Please, dearest one, don't fight it." Wanna fuck?" I asked her and passed out. I don't remember saying any such.