The rain was soft on the tent. Knowing everything was safely secured and would remain dry I felt at ease until the smoothness of Ashley's calf brush a...ainst my leg. Was it an accident or just the restless state of sleep she was in. In either case the touch of her soft skin, sent tingles through my body. I looked over and that beautiful young tush that I had been looking at all day was only inches from my grasp. I lay there and once again began to think about how wonderful her ass looked in. Second, Daddy’s Baby Girl is a Cum Slut, she likes draining groups of guys, and it seems the more the merrier. Third I was going to have to have a very god damned privet talk with that Son of a Bitch, Police Sergeant Bob. One Saturday morning Ash came down for breakfast to find me sitting at the Kitchen table with two very large boxes, and a small TV VCR/DVD player showing Police Sergeant Bob ass fucking her, as he worked her cunt with his night stick. She was begging another cop to cum in. “Remember me last year? I was all messed up! Just be glad you don’t have to use the wheelchair. I had a broken leg and a broken arm at the same time.”“Screw that! This thing is bad enough as it is. Do you realize I’ve never even had stitches up until now, and now I’m looking at multiple surgeries? This sucks!”We all sympathized with him, and Jennifer Lemon, the cheerleader who was helping him, gave him a hug. I raised an eyebrow at this, and he gave me a smile and a shrug. Well, good for Dix.. Another nurse with a charming Irish accent, I thought, much more pronounced than Mary’s hinted undertones.“Call me Roger, please,” I said, “My father was always Mr Bird.”“Not while he was here, Roger, he was simply Frank to us, a wonderful old gentleman. We all loved him. That’s why we kept him here with us until the end,” she lowered her voice as we walked together through the door exiting her section, “Some of the other wards are less, well, just less prepared to look after their own, even.