Matt tried to insert the tube again but her asshole was still locked tighter than a vault which caused the tube to just bend against her puckered assh...le. Matt was now determined to complete his task and began thinking of ways to release her reluctant asshole. He applied more oil to his fingers and resumed caressing her asshole but now in an up and down motion and as he did so he began gently applying pressure with his one finger each time it made a pass. At this point Mary had relinquished. But what was the use of looking after your outsides when your insides were falling apart? Which was four: that damn operation. Why didn't Teri need an operation? She'd let herself get seedier with every one of her five kids, but still she was in great health. Or Pete? The beating his last ex-wife gave him should have been enough to put him in the hospital for a month, and he had gotten skinny as a stick, but he just kept shuffling on.No, it was Paula who had to go under the knife. OK, the. "That one? I've still got it. It takes up a quarter of my wardrobe. Greg and I argued about it once. He said that it was unhealthy to keep an old dress that I'd never wear again. At the time he was chasing a very young girl so I retorted that he was being even more unhealthy. After that I kept it because I wasn't going to let Greg push me into getting rid of it." I think you would still fit into it," I suggested."Of course I can!" Lynn retorted. "I haven't lost my figure. Unlike Greg. He's got. I didn’t see an IV, which I thought was a good thing, though I also realized that if she wasn’t eating or drinking, they’d have to do something. We sat quietly in the room, waiting for Doctor Mercer who arrived about twenty minutes after we did.“Steve, let’s go talk outside. Nancy, you stay with Kara, please.”I followed Doctor Mercer out into the hall and then into a small room with several chairs.“What happened?” I asked.“I suspect it had to do with our talk last week and what we were going to.