When I got to the ward, I found it wasn’t like the others I had been in before. It was an open design. Each room was longer than wide, with two beds...along the back wall leading into the bathroom. There were three times the rooms than with the design used on the blind wards. In the middle, they had atriums, exercise areas, a dance floor, private “fishbowl” rooms with glass walls, a basketball half-court, and a lounge area with a full catalog of music.The nurse who took me into the ward said, “If. She finished putting the batteries in and turned it on. She touched the vibrator to the back of my hand."Feel good?" She giggled."Not me." I answered.She hesitated in her response. She just looked at me with a sly smile for a minute. Finally, she spoke."You really want to see?" She cooed."Well, if you absolutely insist." I answered.Her asking me if I really wanted to see was like going into a store to buy a lottery ticket and the clerk asking if you want the winning one.She hesitated for a. “Go to hell!” He tightened on her nipple. Twisting as she gritted her teeth against the pain. After the way he fucked her last night, she could probably withstand a lot of it. He shrugged, making to lower his pants and hear her unbridled pain without the gag. “Nineteen!” She gasped, trying to halt his advances. Good, if fucking scared her, it was a wonder she had stayed feral so long. “Ah.” He said, doing the math, “So it seems you picked the wrong era to be born.”Civilization had collapsed. Sure enough that's what it was about, I watched the corner as she came around in shorts. She had some SERIOUS legs and they were red with wind burn and probably dust and a couple of good dings that needed some water to clean them off.She went inside and her riding partner (read Power Ranger suited-out poser) came around the corner. He saw me sitting on my bike and came over to admire it. Regardless of what you ride, you always check out other bikes.I couldn't resist and asked what happened.He.