I sucked gently and choked on the water, then tried again and swallowed.“Steve?” a male voice I now recognized as Al Barton’s said.“Al?” I r...sponded weakly.“Just relax.”“My head hurts,” I whispered, wishing the gnome with the hammer would stop pounding on the inside of my skull.“You had a syncopal episode and hit your head, twice. You have a concussion, a fractured wrist, and a severe laceration over your right eye that required thirteen stitches.”“Jess?” I asked.“In better shape than you are. “Let’s go back in now”, she said, and so we went back to the building, and entering the main hall, she showed me where go, and then we were back in the rather featureless room. “So you have two sexes”, I asked, “and obviously you are mammalian”. “Yes”, she replied, “we are not unlike you, but only have young when we decide to”. “Oh,”, I said, “so you don’t have sex very often then”. “Of course we do”, she laughed, “we just don’t let our bodies create new life, but we love the physical acts. 2) The hen night when I got to be a whore.Intelligent girls from middle class families, love to rub their fannies, imagining themselves as whores, to make them cum.I speak from experience, because I witnessed my daddy pick one such girl up, and fuck her in the back seat, whilst I sat with my headset on, in the front passenger seat, and listened to my music, which he bought me for my silence.Later I asked him why, meaning why did he go with such women, and he replied, "Because I love you, and I. For three days straight I parked where I could see the school parking lot hoping for a glimpse of Ruth Pearson.I intended to follow her home so I finally would know where she lived. I hadn't planned anything beyond finding her house. I brought along a book for company but didn't see My Ruthie for those three days. I spent a couple of hours sitting there before the boredom was too much for me and I would leave.Day four was a different matter. I arrived two hours later than the previous days and.