Ann dropped her purse, kicked off her shoes, and sat down at her desk and waited. I must have laid there, just crying, for twenty minutes before I fin...lly slowed down. I blinked my eyes clear again, and realized that I was tired, exhausted beyond belief.I guess Ann noticed that I wasn't crying anymore, because she finally spoke up."Do you want to talk about it?" she asked quietly."I... I guess. I don't know," I said, sort of stumbling over the words. I sat up on her bed, and leaned back against. My flat stomach was perfectly tanned and I had a tiny piercing in my belly button. As he left the room I noticed a visible bulge in his boxers. I smiled to myself as I finished dressing with a white spaghetti strapped dress. I decided not to wear a bra because the dress already helped pump up my cleavage and it looked sexier with my nipples poking out.After Ricky got a shower we left the hotel and continued on our trip up Route 1. We flirted with each other in the car and told some pretty. Dusti, can you hear me, wake up.’ She came awake suddenly, disoriented but clutching at him as memory flooded back to her still groggy brain. As if working independent of his brain, his arms surrounded her and held her tight until she became totally aware of what was happening. Not that she made any attempt to move away from him. If anything she clung tighter. ‘I…I had a nightmare.’ ‘So I thought. I heard you cry out. Its okay Dusti, you’re safe here. No one will hurt you.’ No one but him when. ”“Turn off? You mean she might still be alive if they hadn’t?”He shook his head very slightly. “Not really. It wouldn’t have been the Clarissa we all know. It would have just been a shell. An empty body kept alive by a machine. It broke Christine’s heart to acquiesce to the doctor’s request, but it broke her heart even more to see her daughter lying there with tubes and wires coming out of her, knowing she would never recover.”“But ... She might have recovered. It might have taken time, but she.