It had taken three food carts to bring one of each entree to my room. We had long since dismissed our waiter, but he left behind the cart filled with ...esserts. We attacked that cart, filling our dining table with every sweet delicacy offered by the kitchen. Lindsey started it. She built a sundae from slightly melted ice cream, whipped cream, and a cherry on top. When I wasn’t looking, she flinged a dollop of whipped cream at me. ‘Oops,’ she giggled. I immediately returned fire with a bit of. . Chevy Corvette Vrs Toyota Prius.I wrote once that God Drives a Chevy Corvette, Toyota Prius was made by the Devil. Only one person ever said anything about that. She wrote to me and said " But Prius cars are great for giving abortions in!"It hurt... It was like a knife was thrust into my V8 heart. So I wrote this.I'm not sure if I could describe in detail the power felt when shifting that Corvette from Second gear to third, at 4500 RPMs... You can feel the mechanics like the bolt action on a. We rolled over and this time we fucked slow and easy, lips to lips, for some time until we both had achieved our release.I told her I would cook us breakfast, so I threw on some shorts and Lynn put on a t-shirt. I had to work in the kitchen while she shuffled around bare-assed. She did have a nice behind.After we’d eaten and cleared the dishes she thanked me for a delicious breakfast and kissed me. We kissed again.“Omelets make me horny,” she said, unzipping my fly.“Holy shit, girl, I think. It was Sylvia who advised me on Christmas presents for my daughter, and Ottilie. Frank I'd try to ignore but Sylvia's husband had purchased a bottle of Scotch for the old sod, without my knowledge. Or financial input I might add.Christmas Eve was a complete mad-house at the hospital, well in Ottilie's room at least. It appeared that everyone on her visitor rota had bought her presents. Now ask yourself what do you buy a comatose woman who you haven't spoken to when she had been unconscious for.