He turned 16 a few months back, while I just had my 14th birthday.Though everyone calls him Tom, I've always called him Tommy. Originally, he thought ... used that name just because that's the way little kids talk, but I informed him the truth was I felt so close to him I couldn't separate him from me, so I would always say Tom-Me. He's called me LT as far back as I can remember. Once I asked him the reason he doesn't call me Lynn, like everyone else, as my name is Lynn Turner. He whispered in my. The soft light seemed farther away and he registered vague shapes. He needed his glasses. A shadow moved nearby and a blurry figure approach his bed.“Maddie,” he croaked. He could scarcely hear himself. It wasn’t Maddie, but he could almost focus on the face, one feature at a time, as it leaned near. The lips moved and he strained to hear through the feeling of cotton in his ears. Doctor. The man came into his focal range. He heard a whisper of sound.“Welcome back, Dr. Drucker. You’ve had quite. She was laid with her face facing the other side and I put my leg around her waist and locked her. I bit her lips and said.Me: give me your assShe tried to shriek away from my but my leg across her was locking her with no way to escape it. She was laughing, but I knew that she feared whether I may screw her piece-of-an-arr ass.I respect the demands of my bitch and I didn’t want to force my way into the ass. I slowly released my grip and hugged her from the back across her boobs. I slowly. I-I would like to have some water..." I'm talking about whiskey..." Brad said.Whiskey! Perhaps it would help... at least it might dull things a little for her."All right... I'll have a drink!" Charity said with decision."It'll help..." It was Brad, again; he put an arm under her shoulders and lifted her to a sitting position. Thrusting the glass into her hand, he slopped cheap bourbon into it. "Sorry... no mixer... no ice... just drink it neat!"She sipped. The fiery liquid burned her throat,.