“Do you remember what happened after the crash?” asked the Nurse.“No, the crash is the last thing I remember.”“You were fine until you neede... surgery on your leg. You never woke up from the anesthesia. That was five weeks ago, you’ve been in a coma ever since,” explained the redhead.“You seem to have suffered some memory loss,” said the Nurse. “Do you remember your friend here?”“I’m sorry, I don’t,” said Alex.“It’s Denise I’m your girlfriend,” she pleaded, almost in tears.“I’m sorry,”“Do you. ” “Then here is your chance,” Uncle told him, and pushed me forward, face down across the armchair, my bottom stuck up in the air invitingly. The butt plug was removed, then I felt the vibe slide out before it was turned up to full and rammed back in. I gasped as the full power of it hit me, sending me instantly over the edge into a screaming climax, and still it was pumped in and out. My bottom was jerking helplessly, my feet dangling in mid air. I was moaning deeply. Then it was gone, and. She wrapped her arms around the giant beast who, on his hind legs, was as tall as she, and pretended to dance with him. She chewed his tongue, and laughed as he jerked it from her greedy mouth."I'll bite it, like I do to the boys who try to french me," she said. She held his big head firm between her hand. "Now I'll lick you."With the animal jerking his rump and dancing on his hind legs, Nancy slapped her tongue over his mouth, worked her spit over his dropping tongue and sharp fangs. It. I don't make the next edition ofthe Hollywood Reporter or Joan River's show either.The dinner is pleasant as I just make small take with another producertype seated on the other side of me. There's a small party afterwardsthat we attend, and then it's just Ron and me. He has been attentivemost the evening as much as he could be considering that this event isa chance to network. But he makes sure I'm comfortable, which I am."That was fun," I say when we're back in the limo, after.