”“What do you want to know?” Funny, he understood me perfectly. I didn’t understand what I had said, but Chuck did.Chuck was immediately coate... with chips and orange soda. Passing through the nostrils at high speed, those little bitty chip fragments hurt.And they are sharp. Chuck used half a roll of toilet paper controlling the bleeding.When we resumed our decorum, I was sitting cross legged on the bed. I had a pair of red tinged and rolled toilet paper wads protruding from my nostrils ... one. What else can I say? It’s 9am. It’s Sunday. It’s six months and nine days since the last time she said that. How has she got here? I suppose it doesn’t matter now. We stand looking at each other and I don’t know what to do, really I don’t. She hands me the rose. ‘Come in?’ It’s more of a suggestion than anything. I step aside and she enters. Am I still asleep? And anyway, how about what? How did she find me? I have dreamed about this so many times, this situation, and now she’s really here,. The shoulder strap and seatbelt had done a number on me.I drove one of the unmarked cars to KCC and was doubly cautious. I did stop and pick up several different papers at the new 7-11. The front page of all of them was about the accident. There were statements from Jeff's family and friends and speculation from all directions. Duke was blaming everyone, including me.Bob Jackson was in my office almost before I got the seat of my chair warm. "Are you OK? Looks like one heck of a crash?"I. Not that Pete took any notice as he just continued to deal out the first-ever spanking George had received. Harry giggled at the outburst for a moment continuing to rub the front of his trousers. Nigel was enjoying the view between Georges ever parting thighs as he too stroked himself, though he had undone his pants to give easier access to his ever hardening manhood.The tears trickled down the face, not so much through the pain, as the ever-continuing embarrassment he felt with the humiliating.