She said, he hasn’t left your bedside. You know, he loves you. I don’t know what you did, but he’s hurt beyond pain. I said I know, that’s whe... the overwhelming guilt hit me again. I hurt him in the worst way. She said, the baby wasn’t his, was it? I nodded. She said, I think you’ve got your work cut out for you if you want him back. It will not be easy. The trust is gone. He’s a rich, handsome man who can have his choice of ladies on this planet. I said, I know. I’m not sure I should even try.. We use to meet at a motel half way between where we both lived.After a couple of meetings we got to talking about some more kinky things we would both like to do. One of these for me was meeting her with me as Jenny the sissy maid and her dominating me which she fancied giving a try as she had never done this before. So next meeting we gave it a go. She was very good as the dommie and loved bossing me around and verbally humiliating me. She had a very acid tongue and after the “session”. And so it was with a listless lethargy that I got up this morning, en route to a nice, intensely cold shower. I took one look in the mirror and shook my head; underneath the light tan I work so hard to obtain, my skin looked flushed and overheated. I pushed my messy bed hair out of my face, where the light sheen of perspiration was causing it to stick. At least Mike isn’t around to see this trainwreck. Mike is my boyfriend, whose sweetness always leads him to tell me how pretty I look,. Apparently feeling Jeff's thoughts, she transmitted in their cumbersome mutual language, {{{ Compared to your injury with the bear, this is a simple cut. It is relatively deep and almost the length of his forearm, but little tissue was lost. The few major nerves affected are easily repaired, as are the blood vessels. }}}Thanks Little One.Jeff had known that the regeneration of the massive amounts of flesh that were gone from his shoulder and upper arm had slowed his healing process.