In fact, Clark laughed so hard that Brooke grew nervous about his ability to maintain control of the ambulance as they drove through the crowded stree...s on the way back to their station house. But she repressed that response. She had always trusted Clark to get them where they needed to go and she really needn't have worried. Clark took his responsibilities seriously, and he'd never risk his truck, either of them, or one of their patients."Unit 4, unit 4," the radio blared, interrupting their. I used the built in web cam on my computer to take picture of my new hair cut. I decided that if I wore eye make up and lipstick I would look like a punk female. If no make up, an effeminate gay guy. And if I didn't bind my breast, I could keep them guessing. So I had three completely different looks, which I could change with no more tan an elastic bandage and five dollar worth of makeup. Pretty cool was my final thought on it.I took a good look at my club hand. I had about 60% range of. My cock went rigid immediately, and I almost turned around and walked back into the bedroom, but just then Amma turned her head and smiled at me.“Good morning, baby,” she said happily. “Did you sleep good?”“Um, yea,” I answered hesitantly. It looked she wasn’t upset, and in fact she wasn’t even going to mention it. Alright!“Come give your mother a hug” she said. I walked up behind her and put my arms around her waist from behind. I pulled her against me in a sort of awkward hug, making sure not. I was crying, screaming and moaning utter gibberish.It took one hour before the pain subsided to a level where I didn't cry outin terror. He watched me the whole time, an amused look for his face. He sat and smokedhis long, brown More cigarettes. When he placed his hand on his leg, you couldsee the reflection of the cigarette on his shiny, skintight pants. I was stillcrying, but subdued. He explained that that was an example of how I would bepunished if I didn't behave "like a good little baby.