Next day I was in surgery again, this time under a local and they madea small incision in my larynx and adjusted my vocal chords so that myvoice range...was higher. I was told not to shout or sing, not to talkmuch at all for three days.Gordon called and stayed for an hour. I said I was sleepy and he went.It was a white lie, I just felt unable to have a desultory conversationwhen I was not supposed to speak. I got myself out of bed and carryingmy bottle of urine, stood before the mirror in the. You see that I really am cold so you give me your white t-shirt, exposing a gray wife beater, with your hard muscles evidently underneath. I also notice as I look down at your shorts that your cock is growing harder by the second. Your sister Stephanie, who also happens to be my best friend, is on the other side of the party, and we both make sure she can’t see anything that’s going on between the two of us, the wicked thoughts going through both of our minds. When we look each other in the. She dreaded just about everything in her life. She especially dreaded the thought of coming home to finding her mother high again. She knew the odds were likely. Her mother’s drug use was growing noticeably over the past couple weeks. Zoe wasn’t angry at her mother. She loved her mother more than anything in this world and simply felt complete sadness that her mother was hurting so much inside that she had to resort to drugs. Zoe just wanted her mother back. As Zoe reached her destination on. Helen recalled a scene from the wedding when She and Joe slipped away to his room in the afternoon and had what she described as “great sex”. Helen then asked a favour she was planning to meet Joe in a few weeks in London as she had before and hoped we might join them. The wife agreed instantly, without any consultation with me. She knew I was mildly annoyed but justified the trip as we’d not had a city / mini break for ages. Over the next two week the plans were made. Helen was going down to.