It was all ass to mouth and I choked down load after load, gagging a little here and there, mostly on the thought of what I was doing. After I was loc...ed in the room again, where for the next few days I was used and tortured over and over. Everything from just waking up being dragged by my hair or getting belted in the mouth, even being pulled right off the toilet and ****d. Even if I didn’t try to fight, even I just tried to go willingly. But there I was locked in a room and every hour or so,. " Likelihood of what? I wasn't expecting to live forever anyway." This strain will make that even less likely," said the doctor glumly.Well fuck that, thought Olive as she wandered out of the surgery past the winding queue. Like her, none of the other patients had the steady income required to pay insurance premiums for health care. Most were elderly, young or disabled. Few were employed, although even those lucky ones were unlikely to be able to afford medical attention that wasn't provided by. In a little over three years, it was over. Wanda finally told the doctors that she would take no more treatments except for pain killers. For her last days, she lived on morphine and intravenous drips.The days turned into weeks and finally years after Wanda's funeral. I didn't feel like getting up in the morning, let alone doing anything worthwhile. It took a long time before the pain of losing Wanda began to slowly heal. I began taking long walks, both for exercise and to help clear my mind. I. Etc ... Waiters were going around the large room making sure everyone had a glass of champagne. I understood a moment later when the President offered the obligatory toast to the successful and safe return of the mission. That was nice and I was more than willing to drink to that." ... I'd also like to offer another toast, if Mr. Sinclair will permit me the honor..." the President said and I blinked as I didn't understand immediately that his Mr. Sinclair was my Mr. Sinclair." ... Only this.
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