I slowly lowered my hands behind me and played with his hair as his lips kissed the wet skin on my neck and his hands softly squeezed my breasts. I le... out a soft moan when his fingers started to play with my rock hard nipples. It felt so good to have an experienced man’s hands on me. The last boyfriend I was intimate with would only touch me for thirty seconds before he was trying to poke me with his penis. That was not what was happening today. This man was slow, patient, and he seemed to. I nearly threw up from the fact that his knee seemed to bend nearly 90 degrees the wrong way. I steeled myself.“Why?” I asked.“He could easily have torn an artery or vein and could bleed out. Look, someone’s putting a tourniquet on him.”“That’s likely the team doctor,” I said.“He needs to be airlifted to the hospital if it isn’t basically next door.”“They’re at Candlestick Point which is outside the city. I have no idea how far it is.”“If it’s too far, and I’m right, he’ll lose that. "Hey Boss, sieh dir das an. Hier ist ne Falltür im Boden." Emmi's Augen weiteten sich noch mehr. Sie sah sich panisch um und suchte einen Ausweg. An einer Wand war ein Loch das nur notdürftig mit einem Holzbrett verstellt wurde. Sie hörte wie an der Falltür gerüttelt wurde und ihr entfuhr ungewollt ein fiepen. "Wartet.. habt Ihr das gehört? Da unten ist wer!" "Was?! Ich dachte seine Frau wär verreckt hast du gesagt?!" "So eine scheiße! Rattikarl, Bodycheck!"Emilia riss das Holzbrett zur Seite. I just nodded.Mom turned to me. "You still have a few hours to amend your Christmas letter."The Arthur part of my brain was feeling much better, so I took the opportunity. I listed several books that I wanted to read and then at the end, in a what-the-hell moment, added "The room in the basement."I headed downstairs. If I was going to have to baby sit, I needed to get my homework done now. First, though, fifteen minutes of guitar. I had just started when I heard, "Arthur, you little shit, get.