I could barely move, but didn’t need surgery or anything like that, so my friend took me home to my apartment. He was worried about me, so he staye... the night and slept on the couch.I was still in bed when the doorbell rang this morning. My friend answered it for me, and then called to me, “I think there is someone here to see you.”There was something odd about his voice and I wondered who could possibly be at the door. I walked into the living room and he swung the door totally open. . And the second was his best friend, the blue whale that called itself Sven. You see, as strong as Eddie's forgetfulness was, his love for that somber whale was even stronger. By some means which neither he nor his friend Sven understood, he managed to hang-on to the most salient details concerning the whale. He couldn't remember things they'd done together, or places they'd visited side-by-side, but he did know the truly important things about his friend. For instance, he knew that Sven wasn't. The sensation only causes your chest to stick out even more. The affect on the front of the dress is alarming as your nipples press against the silky fabric. He smiles and holds you close to him, his arms curling around your waist. He looks lovingly into your eyes. ‘You really look beautiful,’ he whispers as he kisses your cheek and then swats your butt. You recoil from his spank and try to hit him back but he is expecting your move and you miss him badly, almost losing your balance. He laughs. I was just going to tell you that I went back and let Dack cane me again but I’ve been writing on EP as a kind of therapy, like when I go to Narcotics Anonymous meetings. So I decided to write as much as I can remember about my feelings and what was going on inside my head. I'm a waitress and I have to work weekends (it’s when I make the most in tips). Anyway I called Dack and he told me to come to this pool room/video arcade/bar/and restaurant. When I walked in I saw him sitting at a table.