Although, all the slice-snip-burn-sew blow by blow, step by step tales I was told were frighteningly similar -- and mine is no different:THEY TAPE YOU... DICK!!!- So after sitting slightly nervous and unquestionably cold in an ass-less gown for about 15 minutes -- periodically wiggling my pink pal just to shake out the shrinkage all the while being mindful not go full mast -- I mean who gets a hard-on in a cold doctor's office while waiting for some dude to rip open your sack and jam some. My hands went to her hair, to run my fingers through the soft blonde hair, so full and pretty as I welcomed her kisses and her hands gliding across my shoulders. I rise my thigh to meet her sex and gently we ground, bringing sweet, rhythmic pleasure to each other's mound.“Oh, God, I've missed you,” she said, rising up, knowing what I crave, she slid upward to feed me her enormous right breast. I held it in both hands as I ran my tongue and teeth about her skin.Erin once told me that young, she. Painful clutch. Death is fine, gimme mine. Only one of us walks away‘ Corey Taylor screaming his heart out brought the wave crashing back into me.The hospital wing of Dutchess County Jail’s juvenile detention center was a bleak kind of place. A place I had come to know well in my five years there. This time I had, apparently, barely survived getting jumped in the pod. I bucked the strict hierarchy. The Monster, now awakened, would not be so easily tamed. The four of them had come at me intent. It seemed the right answer was what earned Chase the courtesy of a handshake. "That's what I think," he responded, "and I know a hell of a lot more about it than you or any of those 30 odd digital newscasts," he said noting the seemingly endless twenty-four hour all news channels. He moved back to sit on the front of his desk. The Director may be old but he bristled with energy and power. Only President Holden could stand up to this man, Chase decided."Let's get down to why I brought you in.