"Hi Mike," she said as I approached, "I was hoping you might show up tonight." Yep, came with Aimee, what about you?" I replied."Oh, I came by myself,... she grinned, "But I hope I don't go home that way. Have you eaten yet?" No, not yet," I said. "Those burgers look good though." Well, set yourself down over there in that lounge recliner and I'll bring you a plate and a beer."I sat down in the recliner about 30 feet away and watched as Trish put together a burger and grabbed a mug, which she. Sheepishly, Roger and his cronies left with their tails between their legs. I was amazed that Dixon even knew my name.As they scuttled away, Dixon turned to me and said, “I hate that fat fucker.” Then, turning his attention to me he inquired, “Are you okay, Wren?”“Yes… thanks,” I responded.Smiling, Dixon then asked, “Would you like a sandwich?”“Actually, I have my own food, but thank you,” I answered.“Yeah… but I’ll bet it’s nothing like one of my mom’s sandwiches,” he answered, with a. I was awakened with something brushing my face. At first I didn’t know what it was but as I opened my eyes in the dim light, it was my aunt leaning over brushing her tits across my face. Once my eyes opened she said, “Glenn I need to know something right now.” I was not completely awake and trying to figure out just what was going on responding, “What is it you want from me?”My aunt was looking straight into my eyes as she said, “I want to know if you ever wanted to fuck me?” This question got. “Dizzy when I move. Still some pain in my head. I can’t feel my leg at all. I had to look to make sure it was still there.”That brought a chuckle from him. “I’m Doctor Szmanski. We’ve x-rayed your knee and to be honest, the damage is considerable. We’ve scheduled you for surgery first thing Monday morning. We have an excellent orthopedic team that will do it’s best to reconstruct your knee.”“What’s the chances of a full recovery?” I asked.“I doubt you’ll be running any time soon. Your patella.