I explained to her what I did, (but not my pseudonym) and said; “Because I was successful and did not want to rent I bought this place and the other...lots. I got here when the developer first opened the place up. I was the first buyer, and so the lots I purchased are at the end of a cul-de-sac. The house is custom built and is a 4-bedroom 3-1/2-bath ranch style 4000 sq. foot home. The master bedroom has an attached reading room/office. The other three bedrooms are on the other side of the house. I couldn't talk for three days, and I was ordered to spare my voice until my throat healed.Worse, I had to start over on my naked month because I wound up in the hospital. Fair or not, it's how The Program is structured.My attacker? I didn't ask. I don't care. She wasn't worth caring about.Harmony visited me every day while I was in the hospital. I had to wear a device to support my neck—a cervical collar, it was called—for several weeks after departing the hospital, and once again I was. This was the first time in hours that she didn't have someone fucking her so the old guy just dropped to his knees between her opened legs and stared down at her. He didn't move, just looked at her.Dawn's eyes were still shut, her face relaxed, with no signs of trauma. Her wiry legs were parted and bent at the knees. Her breasts looked bruised, nipples erect. Her nude body looked as if she was floating and the once tight little slit glistened in the low light. Gobs of fluids slowly oozed out. I found out that I was alone in the house. I went up the stairs to my bedroom and my computer. I pulled my big screen down and turned my computer on. Everything was on video from the time I left the house. I ran it fast forward and stopped it when Brandi was getting ready for her counseling. What really surprised me was when Brandi got into the Jacuzzi she did not take any wine with her. Brandi always would relax with a glass of wine while she was in the Jacuzzi. Now I realize how hard Brandi.