But despite this "hole" in their recent past, maybe they could still have a future? If so, what good was beating the past to death? And if they didn't...have a future, the past was irrelevant anyway. Why not make the future the issue?Mike felt he still loved Jennifer—or at least, what she'd once been and what she might be again. Of course, she had much for which to atone; perhaps too much. Maybe the best he would ever be able to do is forgive her enough to be friends and good parents to. I didn't know what to expect with Lisa, or whether she would even let me in her room later, but I didn't want to come again. I wanted to wait.Davis had other ideas. He retrieved the small medicine bottle he kept a private stash of Vaseline in and smeared some into my butt. As he did so, he played with my butt and with my perineum in ways he knew I liked. He spread a little more Vaseline on his dick -- it didn't take nearly as much these days -- and positioned himself at my bottom. He drove in.. She moved her head restlessly, seeking todiscern his direction. Her eyes were completely darkened, the blindfold snug,allowing no light penetration. She pranced somewhat nervously, hershoulders aching slightly, flexing and unflexing her buttocks as she waited forhim. Time passes differently when your sensesare compromised and she lost track of how long she had been standing there.Silence met her nervous queries and lapsing into silence, she sought innerpeace. Eventually, lulled by inactivity,. Chapter 5 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The ambulance pulled up at the emergency room entrance of the Memorial Hospital. The driver hopped out, ran around and opened the rear door.“Go in and get some help out here. I need someone to carry the I.V. and oxygen,” said the medic in the back.The medic that had ridden with Béla was joyfully amazed that she seemed to be doing so well. Her blood pressure and pulse were weak, but steady, and, rather than going into shock and cardiac arrest as most.