Cannon had run off with his secretary just after Eric’s 6th birthday. It seemed that Carol Cannon, his foster mother, blamed Eric for that. So Ms. C...nnon was stuck with having to go back to work and raise 3 kids all on her own, Eric and her own 2 daughters.Ms. Cannon was only 36, having become pregnant with her first daughter, Tera, when she was just 17 and her second, Kimberly, just a year later. Eric was almost right in the middle, having just turned 18. (That makes Tera 19, Eric 18 going on. After finishing her neck I moved on to her face again.I kissed her nose and bit her nose a little. She smiled. I made my way down. I was now in the place between her lips and nose. She closed her lips tight. Still, I didn’t want to miss an inch of her skin. So I kept kissing her there. Now slowly I placed my hands in her waist above her chudi.She didn’t expect this move of mine. She gave a sudden jerk. She opened her eyes. I knew that she would ask me to remove my hands. Before she could utter. As the Chief Eunuch approached her to try reasoning with her again, he incautiously allowed his hand to stray near her head and she tried to bite it. Clearly this one was going to be a problem; well, tranquillising her would be a start and so she was injected in the buttock with a suitable drug prepared by the resident medical staff of the Golden Palace. Even under the tranquilliser she tried to fight. True, her movements were sluggish but the spirit was clearly intent on resisting anything and. Her face was tense, her anxious eyes were fixed on the cast. “Connie, this young lady must be supplied with crutches.” The nurse nodded and hurried out. A minute later, she came back in, carrying two aluminum crutches. Pratt handed me a sheet of paper containing cast care instructions and patted my shoulder. “She needs rest and good care,” he said. “I will do what I can to help her heal faster.” “Very kind of you, George,” Jill said and smiled broadly. “Help her stand up!” the doctor said.