As timed passed and the hallucination didn't stop, I began to worry. Three more men ****d me before they noticed something wasn't quite right. It was ...hen the fucking stopped that I finally realized that I was dead. The pain was never going to end. I was never going to be able to return to the life I had once had. I would never get to attend my new classes. I would never be able to be part of my family's life again. I was never going to grow old and die. I was already dead.I went to my own. "Pug it's a lovely flat, so spacious. But it appears as if no one lives here. No pictures, no ornaments, just basics. Have you nothing to show for your life? No fond memories?" I shrugged my shoulders."Come on Diane. I have been here less than four months. I haven't really had a chance to go out and get that stuff." You don't buy that stuff as you put it. It's what you collect as you go through life. I mean the little ornaments that you bring back from holidays, the little gifts, and pictures. ”Elizabeth grinned back. “Anything to assist my man.”“Our man, Elizabeth!” a voice declared, and they discovered Catherine had joined them. “I just heard the end of that conversation. Sounded like good news, anyway.”Elizabeth told her, “Yes, it was. The Personalia are offering a procedure to repair Kathleen’s pelvis, and the Colonel is seeing if it can be done without shipping her back to Earth.”Catherine smiled, saying “Oh, yes, Kathleen: your disabled lady. Well done to both of you. That. I could feel a hesitation in his movements as he begin to realize what was happening. But then he settled back on his heels and relaxed his ass. Grace gave his ass a hard slap then pulled his cheeks apart. Jonathan looked over his shoulder at me, "do it," was what he said. "Go slow, be gentle, but do it." Grace, Julia and I all exchanged looks. We knew there was no going back and that somehow life would never be the same after this. I went as slowly as possible as Julia and Grace helped me ease.