"You are alive, Jeff. She did not kill you. Has, in fact, now healed you. But your life is over. Pray that she will let you leave her side for hours a... a time. Pray that her needs are modest. Give up all thought of marriage, of career. Of family. Friends. Your existence, now, revolves around her."The road was plowed.That was a nice surprise. Officer Zane, Heather, had probably sent word somewhere. Menolly had the suspicion that most of the locals knew each other around here, so the woman. So in the morning I parked outside her flat and she opened the door and waved and said “I’ll be there in a minute” when she finally came out longer than a minute of course she looked amazing, with lycra pants which were tight not quit showing a camel toe but outlining her succulent vulva nicely, fuckin hot. She got in and kissed me on the cheek and off we went.It was about a 20 minute drive to the start of the track which all went smoothly and very quickly as talking with her was fun, she is. "Scott put away the clothes that were in his bag and changed out of the clothes in which he had been traveling. He had to admit that he was really stalling, avoiding the inevitable."Come on slow poke," Brooke urged playfully. "I turned on the computer and already dialed up. We're connected." She grabbed his hand and dragged him into the den.Scott didn't know why, but he closed the door and locked it even though they were home alone and wouldn't be disturbed.His hands were shaking as he sat in. He sat on the chair, hoping that it would not creak. It didn’t. His mind was in turmoil and he tried to direct his thoughts away from the injured woman. Unsuccessfully. He could not stop thinking about her. Looking at her while she was sleeping felt strangely awkward. It was as if he was intruding on something very private. Her right foot was small but fleshy, as if it had no bones. Her sole was pinkish in color and was devoid of any blemishes. Compared to it, the plaster encasing her entire.