” was all I got out when his partner shouted, “Not everyone, Sarge, somebody’s finger is lying over here!”“Oops, that might be Jack’s. He ...idn’t want to let go of his gun.” I snickered.“Well, at least he still has all of his clothes on!” He chuckled.“You heard about that?”“Oh yeah, we’ve ALL heard about the six naked monkeys in the rafters! We also know, not to ask YOU any more questions. Let’s go over by your friends. Capt Gregory should be along shortly.”The North Aurora cops were starting to. She seemed a long way away. I was so consumed by what I was feeling that I had totally lost track of where I was. I slowly relaxed my squinched-up eyes and opened them. I looked over at Mrs. Reynolds in the driver's seat. She was looking at me with a sly smile on her face, as if she knew a secret. I saw her eyes flick across me to the window and I rolled my head in that direction. The car was stopped at a traffic light. Outside the window I could see a double-cab pickup truck stopped right next. His head was more than a little light, and vertical didn't quite seem vertical any more. He hadn't been this wasted since he got out of the Army, and he was very sure that Jackie had never been that wasted, period.The party hadn't died down much, although there had been a few celebrants felled early, and heat and noise and booze had made a lot of the costumes look more than a little disheveled. The heat and the noise were getting to Mark, too; he was overdressed in the flight jacket and the. I moan, "Oh my GOD!"I see stars and see fireworks on my eyelids. This feeling passes, slowly. My toes uncurl, my body softens once again. Slowly, I move my hand in my pussy. I curl my body again over me. My free hand helps my trapped hand escape from its cage. Clamping on my knuckles and my hand slides free. My wrist is red, and lightly swollen. "Holy shit! I broke my wrist!" I think. Gingerly, I move my hand, curling and lengthening each finger, rotate my wrist. Just sore. I rest my hand in.