I quickly snapped out of myhaze and looked around. Shit. It was dark outside.I fumbled for my phone on my desk in front of me and put it to me ear."He...lo?" I groaned, sounding way worse than I intended."Oh, you sick dude?" It was the voice of my friend Eric from work,"Because if you are, I probably shouldn't be as pissed as I am." Huh?" I muttered, realizing my hangover seemed to have finally passed,despite the strain in my voice."Work. You know, work? I had to cover your shift you asshole.". While we slowly passed through town I noted several more handicapped persons on the streets. Some were limping and using canes, others had full head coverings, or carried themselves as if they had lost parts of their bodies. It was strange, but perhaps the owner, Mr. Kocker, had hired people with handicaps as a philanthropic gesture.As we were driving he pointed out the main features of the town. It had, in addition to the open-air theater, a downtown Opera House. It was very retro. I liked it.. She stayed with me. I'll go back and help her pack up Uncle Steven's things for the Goodwill." She slept with you?" If you can call it that. She cried most of the night. All I could do was hold her and let her get it out. She wanted me to tell her a story and I tried that. I finally got her to sleep." I'll bet you'll get some more 'Goodwill' when you go back! Where did you learn how to be so caring?" My Mom taught me and sent me to the shrink." I was again blushing.We each took one of the. When I run or flex an ass muscle, I can feel it again and my pussy gets wet. Once,when I was changing out of uniform, I saw that my pussy had soaked through my panties to my warm-up pants.With Sheri so close to me, I am sitting with my ass pressing into the edge of her mattress, a little uncomfortable,because she is taking up most of the bed. The memories of her hand on my ass and it's present discomfort now bring the moisture to my cunt...I try to distract myself."Ya, right ."*haha* I fight.