I wasn't going to talk to them, of course, that would be crazy. Anyways, I just couldn't fall asleep, I'd been waiting my whole life for this moment. ...ell, tomorrow, at least. Now sucks. Once again, I squirm myself deeper into the bed, this time shaking it to the point of it squeaking.With a sigh, I move my eyes to the risen window on the wall next to me. The starry night gleams with tiny white, glowing dots. Starting from the top left corner of the glass panels, I begin counting the blinking. What upset me is I discovered that without those pills my brain can’t function. So it’s not a matter of becoming normal again or any simulation of it. It is simply about functioning well enough not to shit my pants and no I don’t want to talk about it.My family has been talking with each other about what to do when dad dies. They seem to forget I have really good hearing and being in another room and speaking low doesn’t keep me out.Plus, the IRS thinks it’s ok for me to have filed in March and. Her tight butt-cheeks jiggled from the impact. I smiled at it. I loved how her flesh rippled. It was such a wicked thing to see. A spread of red blushed across her rump.“Ooh, I’m so sorry, Queen Kyra,” moaned Janette. “Did I deliver your paper to you wrong?”“Every fucking morning!” Kyra hissed. “I talked to you last week.”“Oh, god, I was pretty stoned most of the time.”“You little slut!” hissed Kyra.SWISH!THUD!The newspaper cracked across her rump. Janette gasped, her butt-cheeks clenching. My. When I did come it felt as if it would never end. She struggled to swallow it.Licking her lips she said "That was a mouthful." Thanks, if you hadn't done it I would not have been able to sleep." I know what you mean."I looked at her, I could see the frustration on her face. I was shocked, I hadn't given any thought to her needs."Sorry, I have only been thinking about myself. Will you."She completed it for me "Play with myself later?" I don't know. Most of the time when I do it leaves me more.