Only to find Henry there waiting for me. Hey, before we go back downstairs let me show you something, he said, turning and going through the next door...in to his room. I followed behind him taking my usual seat perched on the end of the bed as he sat in the swivel chair whilst reaching for the mouse to rouse the machine from its slumber. He began clicking and talking about something, which apparently he had to show me but as usual I wasnt completely giving him my full attention. My eyes not for. I had cleaned the house and changed the sheets on the bed. The wine was cold and Tracy's gift was sitting on the coffee table. She knocked on the door at about 5 minutes to one. When I opened the door I instantly began to get hard. Tracy was dressed in extremely short, tight denim shorts and a crop top with no bra. She looked like a hooker and I knew she was in the mood for sex. Tracy was 5'2" tall, small boned with C-cup breasts and a great ass. She had been working for a landscape company in. Steve was the eighth victim to be transported. It was a full half hour after the shootings had occurred. He had lapsed in and out of consciousness during that time. Gwen made certain that his wounds were bleeding as little as possible and comforted him as much as she could while they waited. When Steve was rolled out to a waiting ambulance, Gwen walked beside him. She rode in the ambulance to the hospital and held his hand as he was delivered to the emergency room. Even in the chaos of the ER,. We chitchatted for a while. As it was a pleasant evening the cool air touching the faces n my angel’s hair blowing n touching my face. she came very close to me n laid on my shoulder n in response to that I kept my hand around her neck and asked “what??” she smiled n said “love u ra…..”me too smiled at her loving words and replied that “but u cant more than what I do, my sweetheart” like teasing her n she immediately responded that “I am a girl n I cant show my love but its true u can know how.