He nodded and then changed the subject."They played your segment on the news, already. They added it to the end of the local news, while you were trav...ling back here," Col. Barnes told me."I thought they weren't supposed to play that until this evening," I said in confusion."Apparently they either decided to change their minds, or they needed a filler for the midday news. Either way, it has played already," he told me.Did I really care that it had played already? Not really. The whole interview. "Ooh mummy" he laughs, "That's rude" No it isn't darling, it's a nice word, I like it!" Can I say it mummy?" Of course darling, after all, every woman and girl's got one you know" Your cunt mummy, I can see your cunt almost"He giggles again and blushes prettily,I'm running my finger in between my pouting cunt lips now, looking at him as he looks at me,"I bet your little friend Sadie's got a lovely little cunt" Sadie, sweet sexy little Sadie who drives me wild when she comes round here in her. This is the routine for the next several times I regain consciousness . The only difference has been when she changed my bandages on my stomach. I am still not able to sit up or even raise my head to look down, I believe that is probably a good thing. She talks to me in a very broken, one word at a time type english, but we seem to be getting the gyst of understanding each other. She will not talk about my injuries or if she knows what actually happened. She also doesn’t seem to know anything. Kent did chose to drive down the street of his infancy and childhood. It is good, he thought, that the trees whose name it bore were not chestnuts or elms, but at least a tree that could be found elsewhere in the city. But this street of many childhood memories no longer had occasional willows or the majestic elms he remembered, forming arches over the pavement. Instead, there were a few young maples and flowering crabs—at least he thought those were the names. But the majesty of the street of.