"I can't!"Stacy knelt down, her knees in the puddle of blood, and held out a hand to James. "You don't need to protect her, you idiot. You need to lov... her. She needs you now. She doesn't eat, she doesn't sleep, she is not even going to school. We had to hide all the pills, the knives ... we are afraid she is going to do something horrible. She cries all the time, weeps and calls for you. She needs you, James. She needs you to be there, to be healthy, to love her. You can't do that if you are. Some kind of Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome. He had heard of it, it was what the soldiers suffered when they came home from war. ‘I’m hoping you can hear me baby, because if you can I want you to know how bad I want you to wake up and come back to me. I don’t care what happened in that cabin, all I care about is having my Keni back. I can’t handle much out here without you. I know you said I was strong, but I’m not, I am the weakest man in the world without you baby, you and our Kenley. Janie. I studied a bit of english when I was in secondary,so I cantry to explain you my storie, I was taught englishby an old horrible man from Peru, but anyway I managed tolearn by myself in order to communicate with more people.I'm nice, sympathetic, happy, I love dancing, reading,jogging, and eating... I'm lucky I'm fairly slim :)I'm not very tall, just the average or maybe less,I have green light eyes and dark blond hair, norlong nor short. I'm thin, and I think I have a pretty body.I'm not sure. She kept watching me jerk and did not move. I realized that she wanted me to reach myself and did not want to participate. I felt so foolish and used. Anyway, I had a good time and increased my pace to reach out. She whispered, slow down. Do it slowly. We still have few hours to go. "And you", I asked. I am enjoying watching you.She took her hand in her pussy and started feeling herself while I continued jerking myself. She took her hand on her breasts and arched her back and fingered herself.