Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad.'I'll fix that.' She slapped me twice, one on each cheek. 'How did that feel?''Nice.' I lied. It hadn't hurt, but...there were traumatic memories, and I was having a hard time not bursting into tears. I'd finally found some sympathy for Rusty.She hit me a little harder, several slow whacks, and there was still no pain. She paused and again ran her fingertips over my bare bottom. It felt nice, but not as nice as the grip her thighs had on my tool. 'Let me know. .. yeah,” She chuckled for a second. “Yeah, I did. Go and cheer her up, give her my love.”Andy watched Marsha drive off and walked slowly into the hospital. By the time he got to her bed he still had no idea what to say. Candy was asleep. Andy eased himself into the chair by the bed lay back and waited. He’d almost dozed off himself when she woke.“Hello, love,” she said.Andy sat up, momentarily startled. “Hey... good to see you back here. How are the ribs?”“Much better, this tube thing sticking. ”I didn’t say anything. I was glad she seemed to understand. She was still so close, head on my shoulder.And then she whispered, “why?”I wasn’t quite sure what she meant. “I suppose they got a thrill out of it, I don’t-““No, that’s not what I meant. Why did you only fuck me because they made you? You didn’t want to. Why?”I was stunned. I still was also confused. What did she mean? “It’s wrong for me to fuck you, Jess. Of course I didn’t want to. And you’re so young.”“I don’t feel. He said why whats up and I told him she wants to fuck and she is so fucked up right now. We all were fucked up but she was at the staggering staged. He laughed and said I bet she dont show up and we bet $20.00 bucks. We went outside and he went to his car and I went to mine. I sat there for 20 minutes and said to myself I knew it was to good to be true. My buddy called and asked if she showed and I said not yet and he laughed and said you owe me 20. We hung up and I started my truck and was.