Whatever had been used upon me had left me with a mouth that felt as if it had been used as a toilet brush holder, along with a splitting headache and...pins and needles all over my body.“He’s awake,” came a distorted voice.“Good, it’s time for some answers,” came another.“What do you want to know?” I croaked out.A vicious blow to the side of my head twisted me on the chair and caused the ties they used to dig in and cut open my skin.“We ask the questions,” came a flat statement.“OK.”“What did. She, Sorrel, could deflect this, and then she’d find out what was really going on. She said as much, ‘Steve let me see what Florence has been digging into. If I can see what she’s got I’ll be able to help her clear it up.’ Steve leaned back in his chair, ‘That’s great.’ He yelled toward the back of the pool house, ‘Florence can you come out here, and bring those things you found.’ Almost instantaneously Ms. Henderson appeared from the back of the pool house. She was carrying a large sheath of. ..”Your hand left my thigh then and I felt it pressing gently on my shoulder. You eased me backward carefully, tenderly. I felt like I was moving in slow motion, falling through clouds. The bed underneath us shifted, helping make sure that every part of me was available to you. My body, a complete and total offering, nothing held back. I moved too, doing my best to remember what women did when I brought them home. I felt awful that it was my only frame of reference, wished I could change that.. Leaving the meat dept with plans to meet Phil again I winked at the other workers who were in the nearby aisles.Leaving the store relaxed and completely satisfied I headed to the school to pick up my son.Waiting for the school to let out I noticed some of his friends approaching my car."Hi, John went home early today since he didn't feel good this morning" his friend said as he approached my car.As he stood by the window I noticed him looking into the front of my sweater. My tits were still.