"I shrugged; I didn't feel like I'd saved anybody. I just felt tired. Susan turned to me and spoke again. "I don't care what you say, I'm putting it i... my journal." What journal?" The one that I'm keeping, I want to be a reporter one day, so I'm practising. I write a journal every day. Then I read it a year later, I reckon if I can make a boring day sound interesting a year later then I must be doing something right. And today is definitely not boring." Oh." I felt too tired for witty repartee.. I’d done this so often by now that I was completely inured to the potential embarrassment. Nurse Helen bent over, taking a good look as she held my limp penis between two latex fingers, using the other hand to inspect my scrotum. “How does that feel?” she asked.It was an odd way to put it. Normally it was a more specific question, pertaining to the soreness or otherwise of my testicles. “It feels fine,” I replied, shrugging as I did so, perhaps frowning a little.“The thing is,” Nurse Helen. Money never had been much of an object for them, in fact the car had been a gift from them for Jacob when he moved to New Orleans. It was a great car, had a big Hemi V8 engine and a supercharger. Whatever had happened to Jacob obviously hadn’t hurt his car since it was found without a scratch on it and it had been delivered to Tim address in much the same shape. Three weeks ago. The car was like a scab and Tim didn’t want to deal with it so it sat like an un-welcome neighbors dog at the end of. The man had his arm around the brunette who was still topless, her big breasts and large nipples almost intruding.She smiled warmly at us both. "So where did you two get to after you saw that scene in there."I spoke before Danielle. "We had some drinks and then went up to the balcony to sit down." Oh, that's a fun place to watch." said the man. He had thick, dark hair. I put him be around 45 or so. His wife (or maybe girlfriend) was younger by a few years and looked good with her long legs,.