But even then my cock stayed hard.“Brooke, I’m so confused. I want to do what’s right. You know me. I always do what I know is right and I alway... know the right thing to do. But this!! I don’t know how to handle this situation. I know that I shouldn’t get a hard on when I see you getting raped. What is that kid turning me into?!”I wanted to hold him so tight. Instead I leaned my forehead against his chest and said, “It’s okay, Doug. Those first two or three days were horrible. And there will be. " After pausing a moment, a wily little grin appeared on her face. "Okay, but don't take too long down there, or I might get in trouble." That's a first! A girl telling a guy not to take too long down there." Oh shut up, and lick me clean, you dirty old man!" That's better," I managed before Red muffled my voice with her slippery twat. I did an expeditious cleanup before we broke apart and got dressed. Hurrying out the door to my car, my first thought was that we wouldn't have all day to. But by the time the cab arrived, mere minutes later, I was almost doubled up with abdominal pain, had a steadily worsening headache, and was beginning to sweat profusely. I really wanted to go to hospital but I felt embarrassed to admit what had happened and I was too proud to let Wendy think that she had driven me to attempt suicide (if she had; I do not think my motives were that clear). So I told the cabbie to take me home, assuring him that, despite appearances, I was perfectly all right.. He does not look at me, which I find to be both a blessing and a tragedy. I stare up at his face longer than I should, marveling at the sharpness of his cheekbones and the angle of his jaw. His beauty is cruel, unfair. "I think so. The outline is almost finished, so all that's left is the shading." He glances at my face and I feel his gaze penetrate me. My insides knot up and my groin tightens. I bite the inside of my cheek to distract myself and avert my eyes back to the painting; the woman's.