Leisure allowed loneliness to creep in. After cleaning the toilet, Simon headed toward the balcony, intending to smoke a cigarette there. Then he no...iced that the door of ward 8 was ajar. Nurses’ carelessness maybe. He knew who lay in ward 8 – a girl in her early twenties who had the misfortune to be run over by a pickup truck. Simon hesitated for a moment. Deep in the recesses of his mind a strong impetus was urging him to peep in. He had seen her once but desperately wanted to see her. To the bed we went. Chris on his back, head laying on it's side. Pal laying at cock-to-mouth level, already cradling the head he's steadily fucking. Both men seemed content to go for the standard fuck-your-face blow job. Pal had both hands in Chris' hair, controlling the head, tilting it back to get a good view of his passage through the lips. Chris was definitely being the submissive one, I had to admire his stamina and gag control. I drooled on my hand, wet down my man-pole and dropped to all. This experience seeing all portions of a live naked girl was a first in my life.“Excuse me? I, I’m ... oh-uh, I’m sorry?”“I’m Lilly. Who are you?” “Oh, ... uh, I’m, uh, new... , “ I stammered, voice shaking. She giggled as her eyes flashed. Your name really isn’t ‘New’ is it?” “Uh, ... n-o-o-o-o.” I stood, I’m sure, looking so bewildered. I looked down at her bare feet, remained silent for several moments. “I’m sorry.” “Your name isn’t ‘Sorry’ either,” she insisted. She reached out and put her. - Why my body rejected and expelled the pacemaker and its wires attached to my heart.- Why did an angiogram show that all the arteries around and connected to my heart, including those previously blocked were open and no signs of any kind of blockage,- How had my body regrown the artery removed from my left leg in 1996 to use as grafts to rebuild the blood supply to my heart?-how had all my surgical scars vanished.- Why did I now have a healthy and functioning gall bladder, when mine was.