They had also bruised bones. In other words her hand was a mess.The emergency room doctors treated her for blood loss and shock, then sent her to a tr...uma specialist who treated her hand. There followed months of surgery to reconstruct the hand rather than remove it. She ended up with a club hand, but it was a working hand. It just didn't work a hundred percent.The thing Salina found most interesting is the reports referred to her as Wildlife Enforcement Officer Porter. She must have been a. Everything so perfect, so new. That cleavage, that face, that voice.Images of her vulva, that wet hungry pussy, how she'd penetrated herselflustily, how she cried and moaned - it all flashed in his mind, making himhard, erect, now, as he sat so close near her.Her body wanted semen. It created a deep, primal feeling that kept herfrom thinking...clearly. She suddenly noticed the tent of his pants, his unmistakable erection.And she touched him. Drawn toward him, she leaned forward, her hands. Mother won't allow me to stand to use the restroom for anything.She says boys splatter and never clean up after themselves and that'sjust not acceptable in her home.How did I get into this mess? Mother is obsessive compulsive - obviously.She can't handle any mess, anywhere in her home. After I was born, Fatherleft. It was obvious to me that Mother was to blame as nobody could meether expectations. As Mother was angry about Father leaving after mybirth, she seemed to grow hatred toward all men,. It’s all a blur when I first wake up.This must be June’s apartment, and the woman next to me must be June. I lean over her and try to get a look at her face. Yes, it’s June. I’m in her apartment. I’m in bed. I look around the room. There are rose petals everywhere and candles. Next to the bed is a strap-on with a harness. It looks untouched. Thank God. I know I was vulnerable last night. I was scared, but how far did I go?June stirs and rolls over, her eyes open. When she sees me, she smiles..