I had this awful image of her sitting in this room all alone for three days, crying.She let me in and slumped into her desk chair. I sat on her bed. "... saw you in the dining hall just now. I was worried." Oh, God, it's all so humiliating," she moaned."When was the last time you ate?" Well, I had some soup," she said feebly."Coley, you need to eat." I can't go back down there!" You don't have to." She hadn't noticed the bag. I walked over to her, plopped the bag down on her desk, then walked. I gave her my digital camera and she took a full frontal photo of me which I said I would print for her. Then Edna asked me if she could have photos of me cumming. That shook me but I was willing to do it for her because I was close to ejaculating when I was getting myself right up. I told her that when I was near to cumming I would call out "Now".I stood sideways to her and masturbated myself until I was near to cumming then called out. My cum shot out in streams. Edna took several photos of. Being a Monday, it turned out quieter than ever, in fact we were the only two in the place all evening. This meant that we got special attention, not only from the old lady serving, but also from her chef husband Tino, who kept coming through and talking to us. In fact, after a thoroughly enjoyable meal, Tino's special tagliatelle, they both joined us for a glass of Pinot Grigio and an hour of very personal, yet inoffensive, questioning. As we prepared to leave, Tino's wife, Olivia, pulled me. "You still taking the Percocet?" Not for about two weeks," I glowered at him as he handed bottles of my private stash to West and Mohan. "Doc." Hey, those all natural nurses of yours drove me nuts! Hell if I'm gonna be the one who lets you break two rules at once." But he handed me a fresh beer. "If they catch you, I tried to stop you." And I ignored you." We tapped bottles and both drank."So John," West cleared his throat. "I have to ask. Which one was it?" Which one was what?" Which one did.