Vikki finally lifted her head from my father's shoulder and looked at both my father and I as she took several tissues and wiped her eyes. "Are they..... ? I..." She took Lucy's hand. "We, haven't heard anything."I was getting ready to answer but dad beat me to it. "Nothing has changed sweetheart. And they won't know anything until they both regain consciousness." He took a deep breath as he fought to keep control over his feelings. "The doctors seemed to think that even if ... that even if...". After walking forward for a bit I came to a stop, not because I was tired but because there was no more grass. I was standing on a large wall that reached almost twenty-five feet in the air. Since going forward was no longer an option, I turned to my right and walked in that direction. After a good half mile, I found another drop in the ground; however, this one was not as severe. Yet instead of grass on the bottom, I saw pavement that led to what appeared to be the center of a town. I lowered. She asked what I was doing. I didn’t say anything. The instant I touched her asshole with the pen she started bucking like crazy. Good thing she was tied so tightly. She was a trooper though, even though she was fighting back she never made enough noise to attract attention. By putting my left hand on her stomach and leaning down with all my weight I kept her from moving. I started pushing the pen up her ass. Believe it or not I didn’t want to hurt her, so I did it slowly and carefully. . . make a whore blush..." I giggled. It didn't sound like me at all. Besides, there was something else. I didn't really know if it would make any difference, but I had to be even more honest. You see, I hadn't told Johan that I had wondered about actually doing these wicked things. So they weren't 'just' fantasies. I mean, it's true, I imagined them while I fucked myself. But lately, instead of just accepting them as fantasies and forgetting about them, I've wondered, God, imagine actually.