Grabbing two band aids from the medicine cabinet, I taped the live leads of the power cord to either side of her torso and fell back as her back arche... with the infusion. Visions of Frankenstein came to mind. Her body slowly relaxed and I unplugged the power cord, released the taped leads, and gently wiped away the barely noticeable discoloration on her torso; somehow relieved to hear soft mechanical whirring emanating from deep within her chest. A few moments later, her eyelids flickered. When he cupped a cheek in each hand and squeezed, Naomi could not help it. Memories of wonderful sex with Jack came flooding back, and with them, the feelings of loss were amplified as never before. Jack had spent hours doing exactly what Rick was doing. The sobs started, huge, wrenching, wailing sobs.The girls must have been right outside his room. As the door flew open, he could see the concern on their faces. Strangely, all he could think of was sheltering the grieving woman atop him. He. After only five hours sleep, Monday was going to be a long day anyway – not that I regretted our quick flit to Bristol for the concert at all – but it was pretty depressing anyway in the second week of December to leave home in the dark, and not return until after nightfall again. I consoled myself that it was only another fortnight to the shortest day.Our twice-postponed coal mine visit finally took place on the Tuesday, so we had to fit five days of timetabled laboratory work into. „Hmmm, Marco Du geile Sau, ich spritze jetzt gleich, wichs meinen Schwanz schön weiter“, sagte mir Tom, nachdem ich ihn einige Minuten lang so weitergewichst hatte. Das machte ich natürlich gerne, ich war neugierig darauf, ihn spritzen zu sehen und zu fühlen wie sein Schwanz sein Sperma herauspumpte. Ich brauchte nicht lang darauf zu warten, schon nach einigen weiteren Wichs-Bewegungen meinerseits war es so weit. „Ahh, ja, jetzt kommt’s mir“, stöhnte Tom und atmete schwer. Mit einem lauten.