I tried to stand, but my leg simply buckled beneath me, and I landed back on my arse. Fortunately by then the excruciating pain had subsided to an ago...ising ache.I spied a park bench about 20 yards along the path and crawled over to it, dragging my leg as if it was broken. I managed to heave myself up onto the bench, and then must have passed out because I came to in grey daylight, with a wispy, freezing, fog enveloping me.Although it was only early October the country had been experiencing. "Bernie waffles, "Liz, after your fight I'm not sure that is such a wise idea."I counter, "Bernie, if we can't wake up Maria then Jens might die."I watch as Bernie grabs a pitcher, fills it full of water, walks over and dumps in on Maria.Maria wakes up and yells...Present – Maria – In the equipment roomHells bells! Someone throws a pitcher of cold damn water on me and I'm mad as a wet hen. Wait – what the hell happened? Fuck! I remember: I stopped fighting because Jens was beating the shit out. I’ll show you the ultrasound pictures later. I just had a checkup a couple of days ago.’ ‘This is so great.’ Connie hugged Emily again. ‘I can’t believe I’ll be an aunt!’ ‘Will Simon be an uncle?’ Emily teased. ‘Well, honorary, I guess.’ Connie looked at her, puzzled. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘Sweetie, I’m the one who’s supposed to be a little slow these days.’ Emily winked at her sister. ‘Mom told me about you and Simon—and it’s about time, I say. You guys have danced around it for years. I’m glad. I usually went there to relax and fantasize. There was always at least 50 to 60 people there any given day.I would choose an imaginary partner from one of the groups of people then, go into the women's lounge and masturbate. Once I got up the nerve to actually talk to this real sexy, voluptuous older women. I noticed she was watching me while I was checking out potential (imaginary) partners. I thought,..she doesn't know me I could just walk right up to her and ask her how she likes her pussy.