There were three leather looking lounge chairs in this room, most had rips or tears in them there was also another man in the room sitting on once of ...he couches, he seemed oblivious to us, he had his pants around his ankles & his erect cock in his hand that he was stroking quite furiously, on the chair beside him were a bunch of tissues. The room smelt stale, musty & I wanted to just get out of there.Jeff led me deeper into the dark building, we walked past four smaller video booths each. " Sure, Mrs. Wilkinson, I'll be glad to help them."And so arrangements were made. The Wilkinsons lived about half a mile from my house, so I agreed to meet the boys that afternoon at their house to start their lessons.After lunch, I loaded up my gear in a backpack and rode my bike over to their house. I rang the bell, and a lady answered the door."Yes? Oh, hi Sean. I remember you from my sons' game. I'm Lori Wilkinson. Come on in and meet the boys."I was a little shocked that this person was. She was clearly in shock and strangely smiled up at him, although her smile quickly morphed into a mask of pain before she passed out completely in his arms. As he sat with her, holding a makeshift bandage over the hole in her side, Taylor was sure he’d lost her.By the time the paramedics reached her, Whitaker’s pulse was nearly non-existent. They’d gotten to work, putting IVs in her and getting her on a gurney, rushing her out of the still dark building.She’d been rushed into surgery the. ”She seemed to be coming around some and was looking back and forth between the two of us, not really following the discussion.“Samantha, what’s your favorite flower?” I asked.“Um, orchids,” she said weakly and I looked up.“That’s disconcerting,” I said.“What’s disconcerting about it,” Dr. Spencer asked, surprised at the response.“It’s been so long since someone sent her flowers that she’s not sure what her favorite ones are,” I pointed out. “No wonder she’s pissed at men. Is there anywhere.