Anyway, there was an accident, during which both my father and I were seriously injured: I don't know all the details, but I had serious head trauma, ...hich required brain surgery—hence the scar. Well, the upshot was that when I awoke in hospital afterwards, I had no memory of much that had happened in my life before the acci­dent. And apparently it's gone for good, as is the damaged brain tissue, so to all intents and purposes, my life only began on that day five years ago."However—and this is. Fearing what would happen I tried to hide myself with my hands, finally Bruce told Charlie 'you fuck too long, like you fall in love or something. I don't want to wait while you make love to the bitch, I just want to nutt and be done with it'. Charlie looked down at me as I quivered and cowled beneath them and said 'you right, I want to take my time in that ass, you go first'. Bruce quickly grabbed my ankles and pulled me around like a little rag doll. I tried to not make it easy for him as he. No extra-time or after parties,just a head-spinning rattlefrom itching frustrationto breathless incredulityat the pace of it allSo please, by all meanssaunter, dance, crawl, or wriggleas the situation demands,although sometimes you’ll still kvetchat slow walking goons in the supermarketand want to crack the back of their headsand educate them about trolley etiquetteand getting the heck out of yourimportant wayTry to love pastoral pauses,either in your mind’s green eyeor if lucky, in a gladeas. Then, Andy looked at me, realized I was there, and blushed.“He is watching us,” she whispered.All three of them looked at me with sheepish expressions. I grinned at them and rose to go outside to retrieve the liter bottle of chemical and the measuring cup. When I returned, I poured fifty cubic centimeters into the cup and set it down.“Andy and Mary, go outside and wait. I will call you when I am ready.”After they left, I motioned Lisa to come to me. She crawled sexily, stopping to kneel in.