Oblivion, I thought, was what I needed and kind Gods delivered it to me.They told me it was three days after the gas main exploded that I was properly...conscious and for me, that was about a year too early. A nurse, maybe the same as before but maybe not, was taking my temperature with a device stuck in my ear. She smiled benignly and left to be replaced by a middle-aged woman in a white coat, salt and pepper hair tied severely back.She shone a torch in my eye as she asked me if I knew who I. “If you say so Janet,” Kim replied as she looked up at me. “Janet may I go take a shower?” Kim asked me.I told her go right ahead, Kim went out and got some clean clothes and I showed her into the bedroom. Kim told me that I was such a good friend. I went back into the living room as Kim got in the shower. I was sitting there thinking when John came home.“Janet, is that Kim’s car outside?” John asked me.“Yes, why do you ask?” “She is in taking a shower,” I replied.“Her car is complete full of. I had no control.I guess most guys know how it is if you’re sitting awkwardly and your cock gets wrapped up all wrong in your underwear and then some chick comes along who rings the right bells— rough isn’t it. Imagine if your underwear was metal and you had no way to look away. All the stimulation was being managed by Carol. Not just what she was doing to my cock, I had her pussy in my face and she was working that around to maximum effect.I knew I was going to be tortured for as long as she. Rachel and Jeff make a note of this as they pass through the police cordon: either the killer lives in the estate, or they left the estate via this route.Finding a place to park his car, Jeff leads the way towards the centre of the park, where the majority of police activity is taking place.“Hello, detectives”, says one of the officers as they approach.“Hello, Officer Hernandez”, says Rachel, reading his badge. “Were you the first on the scene?”“Yes, ma’am, I was”“Okay, tell us what you.