In the summer after my junior year at Andover, I wrecked Dad’s BMW while drunk on the Montauk Highway, near our vacation place, and broke both arm... and both legs, and I began getting visits in my hospital room from Noelle, a Candy Striper volunteer?she was an impish redhead, and after some conversation, began giving me an impromptu hand job one afternoon.My family was of means, and I had a private hospital room, and Noelle locked the door. I of course couldn’t move, but was happy to make out. “That maybe the only reason.” She returned.“You’ll find a thousand more reasons after I’m done with you woman.” “Oh yeah? Come catch me!” she said, giggling as she tried to open the door. I laughed to tears when she couldn’t get the door to open. She stopped giggling, and cursed at the door. Finally she realized she had locked it to keep the freak show out, and she bolted out the door. I almost fell out of the truck laughing, and I ran over to steps with tears in my eyes. I found her at the. We were loving it. I felt so confident about myself. So I said brazenly, ‘Ready for my next ensemble?’ ‘Yes, please! Do take your time.’ He said happily. I got my duffle bag, went into the bathroom, and changed. A few minutes later, I came back with my second outfit. It was a deep purple corset with black buttons, ribbon trim, faux pockets, and gauze-trimmed hem with matching mini skirt. ‘Oh my God! Lynette, you look so sexy in the purple outfit as you were in the sexy little black dress!’ Ian. We had showered and dressed in our regular traveling clothes, which, for me, always included my Glock. We had traveled for about 45 minutes and had at least another hour to go when the bus suddenly lurched off the road. We were thrown around quite a bit, but nobody was seriously injured, even though the bus did roll onto its side and slid for about 40-50 meters.We were just pulling ourselves together when we heard the chatter of a machine pistol and the sound of bullets hitting the roof of the.