He said, “C’mon, Marla, you just have to sit inside this car.” His motives were very obvious to us both. Marla was still very caught up being th... exhibitionist. I was dying at that point. She got in leaving the door open. I stayed on the opposite side of the car so I could motion to her to leave as soon as our eyes met. I knew our four-wheeled Ford hotel room was waiting for us outside. Marla sat down in the seat Brian standing between her and the door, she slowly swung one leg into the car. So we walked to the garage which was only round the corner from me under some old railway arches.My friend Sam looked at me when we walked in and had a great big grin on his face because Carrie was with me. As we stood talking I put my hand up the back of Carrie’s skirt and started to feel her ass and pussy. I asked Sam to show me what he had done to the car and as we were looking at the engine and he was telling me a part he had replaced I stood behind Carrie and started fingering her from. I ran through the night to see if anyone had got a drink for me or had any other potential chance to spike me but no, I had got all my own drinks. So drugs were eliminated. I had drank a lot but the dopamine rush associated with drinking happened gradually, not all in one burst like this. I shook my head in confusion.That led me to look down at the ring upon my finger. I swear it pulsed with the strong beat of my heart. I felt invincible. I felt like I could do anything. That I had power over. “If you talk to physiotherapy, I’m sure they can produce a boot.”“So how come she didn’t get one already?”The doctor almost chuckled. “Don’t get mad at me here, it may be partly your fault. I think the therapists were so impressed with the facilities you’ve put in at home they stopped worrying about anything else.” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~As the sun was going down, Candy played a wild card.“Guys I get nightmares if I sleep on my back, can I have a side berth tonight?”“We could let you have the whole.