Her posture was tight, as were her movements and facial expressions. Her lips were in a perpetual tight line and her hair was pulled back into a bun s... tightly that Abigail marveled that the individual hairs didn't pull out at the roots. Even Fran's speech was tight. She rarely spoke with emotion, keeping her speech almost monotone, and her conversations rarely held wasted words. In other words, Fran was tight, like a spring getting ready to pop.That was largely why Abigail looked for. The nurse came out and called us back. We had to go sit in one of the exam rooms and wait for a few minutes before the doctor that had operated on me came in. ‘Hi Matt, I am very glad to see you doing so well. I just stopped in to talk with you about your head injury, as well as check on how you are doing. The therapy specialists will come in after we are done to get you examined and setup on your program. ‘So first off, the bad news. You had some frontal lobe inflammation when you first came. "Don chuckled, then looked over the group."Our first decision for the day. Do we divide up and go where we will, or do we stick together for awhile?" I say we walk together," Lessa said, holding his hand. "See what's around before we scatter." There was general agreement, so picking a direction at random they started off.After a few minutes, as they stopped to look in a shop window at some jewelry, Don noticed Hanna standing next to him with Jenny. Hanna wore a light, long blue dress while. Fast forward 10 years and we became roommates. Although I haven't fucked her yet, nor will I ever get the chance as she is a confirmed carpet muncher. BUT that hasn't stopped us from playing together. Let me explain.One or the other of us takes turns bringing home a hot chick that has had too much to drink, the other returns to the apartment "unexpectedly" and walks in on the action that is taking place in the livingroom.Last Friday night was Anna's turn to bring home the plaything and let.