" I say, sadly.My name is Gene Taylor. I'm an orphan, who may be saying goodbye to my only friend."Yeah... ten more minutes." Samantha replied.Samanth... Hunter. She's my best friend. My only friend. We grew up together. Just us against the world. Her ginger hair framed her pale face, as she looked at me blankly.It's one of those things everyone knows. When you know someone, you know how they're feeling, regardless of what they're showing."You're worried." I stated, looking away.Samantha was. Then hot, sticky liquid spurted onto my back and I felt him tense between my cheeks. It wasn’t until he released his hold on my butt that I realized how hard he had been squeezing them. He rubbed the hot liquid down my back and between my crack, massaging it between my legs again. Then turning me, he had me sit up and pulled my head back.?“Lick me off Angel.” I didn’t understand at first, but he brandished his throbbing member like I sword to my lips and I stuck out my tongue, tears sliding. We were walking the day everything changed, again.It was a Friday afternoon. The sky was perfectly clear. It was hot, but the breeze cut through the heat and humidity, making it just manageably comfortable. Charger and I left shortly before lunchtime and headed south, so that by the time we were walking home the sun would be behind us instead of in our eyes.My thoughts that day were a jumble of things and lot of nothing. Over the course of five miles, or so, my mind reflected on the many lives. Last week while I was playing, a god damn opponent smashed at my back with his elbow and I splashed on the floor causing ligament injury in my elbow ended up doing a surgery. I was admitted in one of the famous hospitals in Chennai at around 6 pm normally in the inpatient ward a specific nurse will be allotted to the patient in private room who will take care of the complete medications, tests, etc.There was one attended allowed to stay and the visiting hours are between 5 to 6 pm on day one,.