When we pulled away I saw a look of reluctance on his face before he said "Wow...you clean up nice." I saw his eyes travel from my bare throat and sto...ping for a second on my chest then down further until he again stopped where my skirt ended. I saw him blush, for the first time in all the time I had known him. Driving down the quiet street, blaring his radio, we didn't talk much. Something was wrong; the conversations were forced and strained. We mutually decided without saying a single word. Immediately, I felt myself beginning to sink back into the all-too-familiar feelings of depression.The hand holding the covers was young looking, not like the gnarled and scarred hand I was used to seeing. But I was so overwrought with depression, I let it go by without thinking anymore about it." So. I screwed up my own suicide and they've put me in this museum of an institution. But whatthefuck have they done to my body? Is it hallucinatory drugs?" I wondered. "Or could they be using me for. My nipples stood hard and pointy from my breasts. A low rumble sounded through the hall as soon as I was in front of the entrance, not giving me time for second guesses, and the doors swung open. He strutted inside as if he owned the place, and when his eyes fell on me, I felt them bore right into my mind. Heat washed over me, blood rushed in my ears and I lowered my gaze - only to find my eyes locked onto his bobbing manhood. He came to stand only a few feet from me and threw back his head. It's so beautiful," Tanya gushed, holding up a gorgeous electric-blue cocktail dress. She looked the beautiful dress up and down, the sight of it almost taking her breath away. "This must have cost a fortune. Jake, you don't need to spend your money on me like this. Save it for yourself." Don't worry about it, Mom. I'm doing alright on those part-time jobs I've been getting." That was quite the understatement. All those neighborhood women who'd peculiarly needed help with chores had been.