I butted my head up to where it could touch the both of theirs. Kathy put one of her arms around my waist and Johanna let go her desperate grasp of Ka...hy and lowered her arm and brought it down and around my other side, knocking my dick in the maneuvering around, and it jolted her a little bit, that brief touch, but I stroked her back a little more and brought my hand up and gave her shoulder a squeeze where it joined her neck. Kathy took in a deep breath, and I did the same and Johanna picked. .. washing me up?" I once again said aloud this time. "Jesus H!" I exclaimed looking down at myself. "You'd better be fucking gone by the time she gets back then," I added. And somehow knew ... it wouldn't be.I had washed what I could ... what I could reach, though now sitting there annoyed and angry with myself. If you can only imagine ... I had actually reached down to wash what wasn't there anymore. How soon we forget. Though I know it had something to do with that phantom leg thing. I'd. Initially, I was made to strip down to my briefs and socks, and had previously been nude the entire physical before, so my 13 year old mind figured I was in the "safe zone" and my doctor wouldn't be examining me "down there," both because I had my sisters' babysitter in the room, and also didn't have to strip. Let's just say I was wrong. And in a crazy way. She finishes up checking my abdomen, and asks me to hop off the table and stand up, so I stand in front her on her little stool. It seems. Hmm ... six. I can probably be more accurate once I conduct a full autopsy.”Between two and six days was not much of a help, Taylor thought to himself. That window could still have her killed either before or after the explosion.“Ok, how soon until you get her back and open her up,” Whitaker asked.“It will take a little while to do my initial notes here and take her back to the morgue, so I don’t think I will be ‘opening her up’ as you say for at least two hours, give or take.”“Could you text.