”“Thank you. So, how can I help?”Not rushing us, but keeping things moving. The office was filled, every visitor’s chair taken. Twenty or so s...anding, many holding wide-eyed kids. Some children were crying softly — exhaustion and heat and ... life. Everywhere, Latino families clutched numbered cards, like at a popular deli counter. Except this was life and death for many of them. The last stop before the street, jail, a bus ride back across the border. The room smelled of sweat and despair.Most. She was moaning very loudly now, which was only fuelling my arousal, if I ever got the chance I would not hesitate to fuck her like crazy. Which was odd, because most girls didnt hold much appeal to him, he had been called gay so many times, but he defiantly wasnt, those girls just werent interesting. This one was. ~ I was so close to an orgasm it was crazy! For a second I realized that I should have the curtains closed as one of the partiers from next door could stumble upon me pleasuring. “He’s asking about Joanna Kafkasian, Mr Kafkasian’s daughter,” explained the nurse.“I’m sorry, I’ve heard stories but the gentlemen outside warned me that I’m only allowed to discuss your own personal health matters,” said Dr Baverick. “Dr Silverman, who’s one of the top neurologists in the country, is in overall charge of your care and I’ve paged him to let him know you’re awake.”I was full of questions but heeded the doctor’s warning that he wasn’t supposed to tell me anything. I took another. “Bullshit”, Abby retorted around her mouthful.“Language,” Riki said automatically her gaze settling on Alex, her step-son, “What was the joke?”Alex had to think fast looking for a joke, after all, his mind had been sidling more up to the thought of Riki horny off his formula than making anyone laugh, “Um ... well it’s not really appropriate for the dinner table.”“So?” Izzy retorted, “It’s not like we have any kids at the table, well no kids except for Abby.” she added giving Abby a sly smirk at.