Then, 'You Can't Hurt Me'stole the show, earning three nominations: Best Female Pop SoloPerformance, Song of the Year, and Record of the Year!I was st...nned speechless! Not only had a song that I had written at one ofthe lowest points of my life been nominated for a Grammy, it had beennominated in three of the most highly contested and sought aftercategories!I was so happy, in fact, that it took me a few minutes to realize that mydad and Scott were upset over the nominations."How could it not. The scene that slowly swam into view was from another world. The mossy cave was still there, as were the horses and their knights, although none of them were currently mounted. Two or three of them appeared to have been injured, and the man in the blue cloak was moving among the wounded offering a gentle touch or word. Focusing more closely Erin discovered that the foot belonged to Richard, who in turn was lying in Megan's arms. Tears slowly tracked down Megan's face, and she didn't seem to be. Finally, I reached over and shoved the battery controls to the egg up the bottom of her skirt to her bra and left it under her bra so it would not fall out. I made sure the two vibrators were on their highest settings and I had her lift up so I could pull halfway out and jam back deep into her ass with the butt vibrator. She came again. After a breath or two, I told her the room number and told her to get in her car and follow me to the motel room. She repeated it mechanically, but I could. “Need some help?”Did I need some help? Hell yeah. I needed help getting off again. I needed him to push me up against a tree or something and fuck my brains out. I needed…“I was trying to find the barn,” I managed, slurring my words a little as the world began to shift a little to the right. Or left. Or maybe it was me that shifted.“Been drinking?” he asked with a grin.“Nope,” I answered truthfully, unsure if I would elaborate until the words come out of my mouth. “Dropped some E, though. And.