" It wouldn't have helped. I wasn't ready then. I would have been afraid of you."David was reclining on his hospital bed after a session with the phys...otherapist. He could not deny that he had some feeling in his legs. The therapist claimed that he felt some twitching in David's leg muscles too, indication that there was some residual motor control. Perhaps there was a chance?Another thing for which David was grateful was this morning's discovery that his penis, limp as a wet noodle for weeks,. "Missy, honey, do you hear me complaining?" I asked finally."No, I don't," Missy replied promptly, "but you're too nice a guy to complain, even when you probably should." Complain?" I asked blankly. "What in the world would I complain about?"Missy rolled her eyes. "Well, as an example, Gail couldn't believe that I haven't let you do more when we park. After all, we have been dating for almost two months."She paused as if weighing something. "I probably shouldn't tell you this, but when Jackie. In Beijing, you would partake of Beijing Dou Zhi. It's a kind of bean milk but it is made out of mung bean. Beijingers love the stuff. In Shaanxi and Henan Province you would be served Xi'an Hu La Tang soup. It is a very hot and spicy vegetable soup. Anywhere else in the country, you could find varieties of Dim Sum dumplings and some form of Lanzhou Beef Noodle soup. All these dishes would of course, be served with tea and possibly a Shandong rice battercake," replied a now brightly beaming Tao. I turned to my right and looked at the driver."Hi there and again, thanks so much for this," I said as I looked at her. She was an older woman: very pretty, with a couple of tattoos on her arms, a nice, slim figure, pretty eyes and great lips. She looked at me, seeming to look me up and down and smiled. "No problem, honey. I couldn’t let a beautiful girl like you walk home in this mess of a storm. So, where are we going to?" I smiled back at her and turned to look forward.“Just up the road..