I choked back tears and said "I will praytoo. Its my fault he is like this . . ." I couldn't stop myself fromcrying.My mom squeezed my arm and said "N... hun, the police told us he was tryingto help you when the man who hurt you hit his car. Don't blame yourself,I am sure Mark wouldn't want you to feel responsible for what happened." I couldn't take anymore, and asked the nurse to take me back to my room.The tears flowed down my cheeks as we wheeled back. I had so manythoughts I couldn't keep. "Once upon a time there was a boy named Jack, who had a twin sister named Jill. They lived with their widowed mother in a small cottage at the bottom of a big hill. You may even have heard of them. There was a well known poem that was written about them going up that hill to fetch a pail of water. But what you probably DON'T know is the REST of the story of what happened that day.Jack was a strapping lad, 5'10", wide at the shoulders, narrow at the hips, with bulging muscles all over his body.. Next the boys drove me to a construction site and got out of the car. It didn’t take long for me to attract a large crowd of intrigued men. It was a mix of White, Mexican and Black men. Some were well muscled; some were out of shape. I didn’t really care, I was reveling in the attention I was receiving from these strangers. My loins were burning, I was so horny. The boys didn’t need to say anything; I had become the showman. The crowd of twenty or so men cheered as I asked if they wanted a. Zhang's office at the far end of the building, trying to get beyond the range of their voices. On second thought, maybe I should avoid Dr. Zhang's office altogether.I change direction and follow the corridor to the left instead. Soon I can hear the bouncy strides of someone trying to catch up. I slow down and glance to my right. I stop when I see Jennifer hurriedly moving towards me. Her camel crop sweater fails to dampen the juggling of her breasts as she attempts large strides despite the.