I went in to a claustrophobic bathroom and peed in to a cup. I sat on a stretcher and got my blood drawn. Other people are grossed out by the sight of...their own blood flowing through a transparent syringe. I’m not. I watched the whole thing. Then a male Indian doctor came in and, seemingly apprised by his colleague that they had a patient with some ‘tude on their hands, asked me a few questions, basically repeats of the questions I’d already been asked, and proceeded to stick a needle up my. "God didn't hate Jesus. Myfather hates me. He despises me. He makes fun of me. He hurts me everychance he gets."Hannah shook her head. "No, Skyla," she said evenly, "you're the one whodoesn't understand. Jesus obeyed and honored His Father knowing fullwell that His Father was leading Him to the cross. On the cross theeternity of God's wrath against all the sins of all His people waspoured out upon Him--all the hell that you deserve, and all the hell thatI deserve--and He took it, because that. I inserted my thumb and slowly felt her boobs. Encouraged, I slowly unbuttoned one of her buttons and inserted my hand into her shirt.I felt her nipples and played with it. It was when she moved and came closer to me. I could feel her heartbeat rising but she did not protest or turn back the other way. I was not sure whether she is asleep.I tried to undo her pyjama knot but it was hard. So I just inserted my middle finger and touched her pussy. It was warmer and firm. I almost reached it when. I slept fitfully through the night, even the pills didn’t stop the nightmares. I awoke the next morning feeling like I had been run over by a runaway truck. By the end of the day I wished I had been. Julie must have heard me stirring around and brought me a mug of coffee to help me wake up. She gave me another pill and said it was a low grade sedative to help me get through the day, her doctor prescribed them for me and she ran and got them earlier this morning. She told me a Richard Marten had.