“Okay, in some cases an ovarian cyst can rupture and cause an infection, just like a burst appendix. Sometimes a cyst can be cancerous or pre-cancer...us. Sometimes the torsion is severe and can cause a necrosis condition, where some of the surrounding tissues can die from lack of blood supply. We just won’t know until we can go in and look around. That’s why we need to do it sooner rather than later. It won’t get better on its own, but this is really standard surgery. I want to call in a surgeon. He lived aboutfive blocks away and would push me once in a while just to make thepoint. I had no idea what he had in mind. When we got inside, he had me take his books to his room and meet him inthe kitchen. He opened the fridge to retrieve a pitcher of Orange juiceand set in on the counter next to me. The phone rang and he reachedacross knocking the pitcher over and soaking me in orange juice. The phone turned out to be a telemarketer and he hung up. This had justgotten more complicated than. Mouth hanging open in shock, she got to her knees and unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her black lace bra. She hesitated with the front latch, "Hurry up Ms Carr" mr X said, and she released her breasts, bulge forming in his pants. She grasped her breasts, and Mr X pulled out his throbbing, 6" cock. Olivia shuffled over, and wrapped her breasts around his cock, but before she began to stroke she jumped back. "I can't do it" she said "it's just, too wrong" crying now, mascara running down her. I spent the night in a fitful sleep, awoken by nothing. Well, not by nothing; I was catapulted into wakefulness once by a sex dream. Nothing terribly unusual there, except that the dream was replaying what had happened during the past hours, with my mother kneeling before me, working at my cock with her mouth in that naughty schoolgirl outfit. I half-expected to find Liira straddling me, but it turned out to be nothing more than an ordinary dream. I groaned and tried to go back to sleep.Some.