It turned out she’d been to the doctors that day. Over the past few months, she’d been experiencing some unusual pain in her chest and wanted to h...ve it checked out. The news that the doctor delivered after his examination was not what she’d been hoping for. She had a heart condition that had existed for several years but had not presented any symptoms until now. The medical science of the day was unable to treat it and her life would be seriously shortened as a result. She didn’t feel sorry. "You have to go," she said finally.I didn't want to sound disappointed or beg to stay, so I got up."Can I have your phone number?" I asked."I'd rather not give it to you," she said.As elated as I had been five minutes earlier, I was that dejected at that moment.I left and drove away.I went back to that bar every night for a month but did not see her. Finally I resorted to driving by her house to see if her car was there. Next I resorted to sitting outside her house in the evening to see where. Clark stops cold in his tracks when he looks down at my feet. I forgot about the duct tape! “What the?? WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING??” My heart is pounding. I see him! “WHAT THE FUCK?? GET BACK IN YOUR SEAT NOW BITCH!!!!!” He screams at me and reaches for his blade on the bed. That same blade that he has used to slash my cheek, arms, and chest. The cold water to the face gives me enough adrenaline to grab the gun on the nightstand. He shoves me to the floor. I hit my head with a loud. ..hot bod. “ She smiled at me. “True dat” I smiled back. “But not from doing splits on the fifty yard line. My legs and ass are from volleyball”, she said with a bit of pride, as she stretched her sexy legs and placed her feet on the dash. She paused to admire them and once again stroked her thighs with a mixture of satisfaction and invitation.“Three years of volleyball gives you cheerleader legs and an ass that looks awesome in hot pants. Google 'volleyball shorts' and you'll see what I.