”“Shit,” I sighed.We finished our lunch, and then walked back to my car for the short drive to the hospital. We went up to Marty’s room, and a...ter a quick kiss, Tracey left me alone with Marty. The first thing I noticed was something Jessica had warned me about - lesions on Marty’s face and arms from his Kaposi’s Sarcoma.“Hey, man,” he said.“I’d ask how it’s going, but Tracey filled me in.”He nodded grimly, “Yeah. That’s why you’re here.”“I have to admit, I was a bit surprised that you asked. The back was open from her neck to her ass, showing she wore no underwear of any kind. There was a slit up one side of the dress coming up above her hip and allowing the fabric to fall around her legs to about mid calf. The come-fuck-me shoes she flaunted were simultaneously irresistibly sexy and the least seductive thing about her. A man came up to the bar on her right and said, "How's the table tonight?" She gave him a sly smile and replied seductively, “It’s been so hard, but that’s how I. I grabbed onto the sheets and begged him to pull out. He said he was barely in me. I looked down to see that the head was just separating my lips and was not even in me yet.He asked me if I was ready and I shook my head yes. Over the next 20 minutes I fought back the pain as he slowly slid is 5inches into me. The first time he pulled back I looked down and saw that his penis had blood on it. I asked him if he was okay and Mike said the blood was from me. I had heard of bleeding but I. I was just mad. Please?" I love you Ryan," she said, still sounding a bit angry. "I can't stay mad at you, you know that. So why do you do this? I never did anything with him!" I know that, I'm sorry," he repeated. "I'm so sorry, I'm such an asshole. I don't deserve you. I abuse you." Ryan, you don't abuse me," Jen told him, muttering."I do," he whispered. "I don't hit you but I do. I abused you mentally by doing that. I saw it on a talk show, mental abuse." Oh Ryan," she sighed. "Don't. Don't.