You don't know where you are. You don't remember how you got here.You try to sit up, but your arms are too weak. You rest your head on the pillow, try...ng to remember what happened to you. Your hand feels funny, like there is something pulling on it. You lift it up and look at it. It is bandaged, and there is a tube sticking into the bandage. You follow the tube with your eyes to a bag filled with clear fluid hanging from a hook. IV drip. You must be in a hospital. You turn and look the other. "I found drive but never brought that hand back the wheel. I just felt my way over without looking. I found the inside of her left thigh – the one she was sitting on. And – well you know me and the kind of guy I am – just went for the gusto directly. I trailed up her thigh and discovered – SURPRISE – her cunt, moist and practically panting for me.I drove at a sedate 30 mph. My right hand also was doing a sedate 600 mph stroking only the outside of Ms. Pussy. For once, I was calm and in control. "Come find me later," Emily said as she pulled her backpack to her shoulder."We will," Sandra promised.Emily opened the door and grinned at Richard."Where are you going?" he asked with a frown.Emily pulled the door shut behind her, forcing him out into the hall. "I'm going to go work." Work? Why?" Because I have homework due." But..." And, Sandra is waiting for you."Richard frowned again. "What's wrong?" Nothing. Finish what you started in the practice room."Emily kissed him hard before he had. I was relieved to find that it belonged to a girl; sporting blonde pigtails, a white dress and listening to her music through headphones. She picked her phone up and looked at it. She raised her eyes to look around her and slowly but surely she stared in my direction. I smiled. I quickly typed a message to ask her what the icon meant and sent it. The reply came back ‘two fingers,’ I nodded realising what she was actually offering. I smiled and tried to get closer to her which I only managed.