I was desperate to say something, before she concluded that I didn't want to talk at all. But for a second time, she saved me of having to do anything... "I know this is going to sound weird, but I think I saw you the last time I was in here. Didn't you spill your drink or something?" Despite how embarrassed I felt at her actually recalling the mortifying event of our last encounter, her remembering me made me feel happy and excited. I laughed and smiled at her, now looking her straight in the. It was extremely noisy, and everyone seemed to be enjoying the end of the year celebration. The group that I met outside had a large table a few yards to the left of me. Each time one of them went to the restroom, they passed in front of me. And every time, they stopped to check on me. A couple of the ladies invited me to dance but I declined each time. As the night moved on, the restroom breaks became more frequent, and the stops to check on me became friendlier.One of the ladies in the group. And the women and slut deep down inside me was crying and screaming to come back. I never felt with her like a husband, I wished she knew what I was and would accept me like that, then I think I could have performed with her like lesbians, as I had several relations like that before her. I started chatting with men again and flirting as the slut I was, and the whore inside me wanted to get fucked. And a couple of times I had received men in my home to fuck me, when she was not around. Until. Then they lifted Tom into the mini van that Zack had loaned Lisa for the occasion. The wheel chair was then loaded into the back of the van.Tom and Lisa didn't speak during the twenty-minute ride to the house. When they pulled into the driveway two off duty firemen were waiting to help get Tom into the house. Once they had Tom settled in bed, Mrs. Scott, the private duty nurse Lisa hired, came in and introduced herself.While Mrs. Scott checked on Tom's bandages, Lisa made his lunch.When the.