I’ll tell ‘er you said so.”I left, rushed back to the hospital, stopped at the information desk, got directions to the ICU. I met Gee and her mo... in the waiting room.“Mizz Bates, I’m so sorry. Is there anything we can do?”She shook her head. “I’m sorry I ruined your trip.”“Mom, you didn’t ruin anything. I love you ‘n’ Dad to pieces. Me ‘n’ Josh, we’re doing what families do in times of trouble. We’re supposed to be here.”“Still...”“Mizz Bates, Gee’s right. There’s no place else more important. Their kids were crowded around. My Mom came up and introduced me around and made a special point of introducing one of the cousin's kids, Kristin. She was cute enough, seventeen or so, glasses which gave her a slightly studious look, but I was surprised by how Mom introduced us. Then I remembered a conversation on the flight back. Kristin was the pride of the family. A National Merit scholar, she had recently won some big scholarship. She was in the process of picking which university she. The pay was much better than baby-sitting or picking fruit. At the start of my senior year, I confessed and quit with enough saved to buy a neighbor's car for three hundred dollars, a two-door, 1956 Desoto, hardtop. The Desoto, a tank with tail fins, rumbled when driven. Inside, it had big front and rear bench seats, power window controls, a push-button automatic transmission and a miracle radio bar which shifted to the next clear station when tapped, an expired status symbol. The driver's door. I was so strange, but I didn’t have time to react. No for all I don’t remember that night, this much is very clear. I remember when he started cumming. I remember watching the head of his dick as four distinct shots came out of him and flew onto the grass in front of him. There were a couple of problems. #1 When he came, he came all over my bra, which #2 I didn’t remember to take with me. #3 he was clearly an ass when he got back to his friends, because he told them that I sucked him off and.