I went to your mom who was sobbing and put my coat around her to cover her up. She was hysterical and saying "Take me home!" I took her to my car and ...he was able to sob out her home address which was a forty minute drive from campus. It was a silent drive punctuated occasionally by your mom's soft sobs. I took her home and walked her up the steps to the door where Dan and Clare met us. They invited me in. Your mother started to take off my coat and asked if I wanted a feel as a reward. Your. Marcos had excellent eyesight even at night but he did not need it. The four had started to burn larger and larger tree limbs. Now they had a sky-illuminating blaze going. It appeared they were real anxious or hungry. The cooking meat seemed to hypnotize them. One of them eventually found the helmet the female he caught used as a teapot. After showing the helmet to the others, a quick directed discussion started and ended when the obvious leader who Marco pegged for Caris, symbolically. My date messaged me his condolences… and asked if he could visit. I was like errr please, I feel like shit: I probably look like shit! Heck NO. Don’t forget, I was in drab hospital wear that absolutely does NOTHING for my figure! The next day, I was feeling a lot chirpier. I felt much better though my fever was still fluctuating. So when my date asked again if he could visit, perhaps bring me some tasty food for lunch… I agreed He asked what I would like to have… and I decided on Century Egg. Bev half-suspected that some part of her didn’t want to fight Mona’s suggestions, she enjoyed the masturbation, after all. She enjoyed the warm, drifting pleasure that she felt when she let go of the effort of resistance and did whatever felt natural. She enjoyed the way that her body seemed to automatically know what Mona wanted her to do, and the way that she didn’t need to think about it at all. Or about anything else, for that matter. That blank, dreamy sensation felt so good that Bev.