He needed it.Polly was still crying, and Constance waited just behind them, giving them both all the privacy possible under the circumstances."Sweethe...rt, my doctors are staying here while you heal up. No matter what, do not hesitate to ask for their attention. I pay them a lot of money to take care of us – all three of us – and they will, by god, stay here as long as you are in this bed, or I will have their heads."He was mad all over again and looking for someone to take it out on. Polly and. He reached out and cupped my balls and fondled them a little."Man, I don't know how much more you can take," he said as gave my cock a couple of strokes and then took his thumb and rubbed a drop of pre-cum over the head of my cock. He stopped much too quickly and started to deal the cards again. This hand was looking much better; a pair of fives. I drew three cards hoping for another five but got a pair of eights for two pair. Tony's hand looked like he tried for a straight. He didn't get his. They’re driving halfway this afternoon, and the rest of the way tomorrow. Abbie’s parents aren’t coming.”“She told me,” I said. “She seemed OK with that.”“She hasn’t seen them in nearly five years,” he said. “She’s happy with your family and her friends here. She keeps telling me you made her a new person!”I shook my head, “That person was always inside, waiting to be set free. It just took teaching her about love.”Jason nodded, “Stephie always said you knew how to bring out the best in. The last time, the FBI was in charge of the case. He was acquitted after several of their so-called 'witnesses' changed their stories. They didn't take it very well. The FBI hates to lose, I guess. Either way, they are not an option." You're kidding! Someone accused a priest of murder, twice, and it never made the paper? Of course I can understand why they might want to bury the story; I'm sure it was embarrassing to them, but still, it seems a little petty to let something like that stand in.