Ben heard me fall, came in and attempted to get me to my feet a few times. When he saw that I was still unresponsive, he sat me in the shower and turn...d it on. Even the cold water would not wake me up. When he realized that I would not be able to do anything on my own, he finally decided to take over. His shower was designed for his handicap. It was a big open space made for him to wheel one of his chairs under the stream of water. It reminded me of the showers that you see in some hospital. She met my thrusts into her and we moved in perfect symmetry. I raised my right hand and spanked her ass cheek, she yelped at the sudden sting of the slap. She looked around and moaned, she bit her lip and she wanted more. I raised my left hand and did the same to her other ass cheek. It had the same effect, as before and she yelped and moaned at the same time. I slid my left hand along her side and cupped her left boob in my hand. I pulled her in close against my chest and I softly kissed the. "There didn't have to be anything wrong, that's an interpretation of the fact of not getting pregnant. Then you may have concluded that since everything you were thinking about this was facts, Randy not noticing and not doing something about it showed he didn't care."That's an interpretation based on an interpretation based on an interpretation. You can see how easy it is to get to the wrong conclusion when you're doing that. And the further you went, the more interpretations and assumptions. Apparently the man likes my sketches so much he asks Dad if he got them from another architect. When Dad tells him I did them, the guy suggests Dad start looking for a good college of architectural design to get me enrolled into. The big concern, of course, is the cost of tuition but the suggestion gets me thinking seriously about ways to make it happen. I hadn't seriously thought about architecture as a career before but I begin to like the idea more and more. Hell, I hadn't planned to go to.