I felt the cool dampness of a cloth wiping my face. It didn’t hurt. It felt like it was the only place on my body that didn’t hurt. I tried to spe...k. ‘Whaa … hawww,’ I heard myself croak. The young woman held a cup with a straw and put it into my mouth. Instinctively I began to draw on it. It felt good. Cool and wet, just like the cloth. I could swallow. It didn’t hurt. Another good thing. I tried again. ‘How … wha’ happen?’ I managed finally. ‘I don’t know, Mr. Prentice. The doctor will be. ’ Bridget fell silent for a moment then she said, ‘I wanted to talk to you about it and see what we do.’ Then in a very quiet voice, she finished by saying ‘And to see if maybe you had some too.’ Even though Sian knew what Bridget was asking, she couldn’t respond to that question right away. She needed to sort things out in her mind but what Bridget said also raised questions. They were questions Sian needed answered. ‘But Bridge, you’re married. Are you saying you’re leaving Don? That you’re. " she said once she got her breath back. After about another 5 minutes, I was pumped (again, pun intended) and ready to go. I got up on the bed and pulled Stephanie by her ankles closer to me. I looked her straight in the eyes, shared a long, deep kiss, and smiled. "Ready?" I said, back again at being hard as a rock and at full-length. "She nodded in assent. I went slow at first, then began to build up momentum for that one big push. I began pushing up against her hymen. "You ready?" I asked. I'll put a full leg cast on, and with luck it will be fully healed in eight to ten weeks." Excuse me, doctor?" I asked. "How long would it take to heal with the surgery?" The installation of plates keeps the broken ends together and speeds up the knitting process significantly," he said. "Healing usually completes enough for removal of the cast in four to five weeks. We'll explore that route only if the cast doesn't do the job first."I could see my plans for the summer falling by the wayside..