The peter could talk about real things, like how the world was. And he listened about Him or about the forest and the pond. He was also confused about...Them and the world They had built. And he was lonely, much more lonely than me. With the anders we talked about things he wanted me to do because he was too drunk or hung over. And he talked about running horses, and why the horses were interesting to him we had yet not understood. The lena started talking, which was good. She talked about her. I had filled two notebooks with information of all kinds. An unforeseen, but added benefit was we were able to prepare all of the people in her life that Lucy was not the same person she was before entering the mysterious world of the coma. Her faculties and intelligence may be as sharp, but her memory had definitely taken a severe beating. The path was laid - huge inconsistencies in my behavior may create concern, but the concern would be spawned of sympathy.As it was in the first days of the. I was going to go in to say hello when I saw one of the slats in his blinds was slightly bent. So I peeked into his office.I saw John and Gail. Gail was on her knees before John sucking his cock. Her blouse and bra was lying on a table next to them. I could see her full tits sway as she took John's penis into her throat. John's cock was huge. Huge just like my father's cock I saw that day. I knew John resembled my father, I never knew until now that the resemblance extended to their enormous. I help out when I can. Just the same, everyone needs some time for themselves. What can you do to help?" I asked."I've been thinking. I need to study, but I can do that in the afternoons or at night. Most of my classes are in the mornings. I could work afternoons and you could give Shelly and Mr. Burgmann the afternoon off. Or, I could work at night when the shop is closed. Either way, the work gets done," he said.I was a bit surprised at his politeness toward Jurgen. His idea was worth talking.