Damn! Still brown! Oh, well. I am getting fucked anyways by a man who thinks I am beautiful. Everything will be fixed now.I concentrate on all these w...nderful sensations. Shocks shoot up my head with each twist of my taut nipple. His fingers on my swollen clit take care of everything below my waist. And his magnificent cock fills my previously abandoned hole. This is all I need to get over Mr. Brown Eyes. We fuck and fuck and fuck and I feel that tightness in my lower abdomen. God, I need this. . I don't really know. He won't talk to me about it." But we saw you walking in with him this morning." Yeah, and it was weird, he was trying to cover up his pantyhose withsocks, while at the same time he was wearing everything else. I mean,how dumb." She then went on to tell them everything she had seen duringthe last two days."So you think he's going to exercise classes during lunch?" one of themasked."That's what it looks like. But I can't imagine that they'd really lethim in." Maybe. "If she had told him once, she had told him a thousand times, "I toldyour parents and that no good son of mine that I would not take care ofyou if anything happened to them. You're no blood of mine! So what doesthat son of a bitch do? He puts me as your guardian and your dolt of amother goes along with it. Well once I get all this damnable legal shitout of the way, I'm sending you away. Do you hear me boy! So don't getuse to my benevolent ways cause where I am sending you, they don't takekindly. ” I sat down, arranged the food on a small tray, and ate while Jo and I conversed about what we would do after she left the hospital.A short while later, a soft knock sounded at the open door. “Come in,” Jo called out.The girl’s mother took a step into the room. “I’m Theresa Hartman. My daughter Kaitlin was driving the truck that hit you from behind.”“I’m Jo Hickman. Come in, please. I’d offer you a chair, but...” she shrugged apologetically.“No, that’s okay. I, uh, wondered if you’d be willing.