Light was too bright when I opened my eyes. I saw chrome; sunlight reflecting painfully off the chrome frame of a wall mirror. Noise intruded in the f...rm of a constant background hubbub. Smell arrived; rubbing alcohol, Pine-Sol floor cleaner. The sheets felt rough, starched, institutional."How are you feeling, Mr. McDaniel?"Just turning my head hurt. My brain was painful. An Asian nurse smiled at me as she picked up a digital thermometer from the bedside table. Pressing a button, she bent over. I started to move away when I felt his hand grab a handful of my hair on the back of my head.He turned my head so that I was facing him, and I was totally surprised by his actions, but I wasn’t scared as much as I was excited. His other hand appeared in front of my face holding a small key on a gold chain. Deena had given him my key. He told me to raise my skirt, and I pulled it up reveling my little “wee-wee”, as Deena calls it. He put the key in it and unlocked it and it just seemed to fall. No, not my scene.On the other hand, I had never had a sexual partner who was so utterly committed to the task in hand, who had given in totally to the experience, the sensations, and yes, submitting to the power of someone else whom she had to trust completely. And we had only just met.This was an aphrodisiac to me and yes, I was turned on more than I could remember, and that’s going some. My cock kept veering towards its goal, and I kept holding it back and telling it to be patient. Good. Dad swung around with his elbow and broke the creep's jaw.By then the guards were there and saw the shiv sticking out of the book. The creep had passed out but his jaw looked terrible. He was back in the hospital ward, with another ten years added to his sentence for attempted murder.Dad said the man's jaw was never the same. He could hardly talk but stayed away from Dad. Something terrible happened shortly after the incident.Mom would hardly talk to anyone. She did talk to me and Bob but it.