He called her over and introduced us.Her name was Stephanie; she was new in town having moved with her husband from Indiana when he got a new job in o...e of the local factories. She'd had experience waitressing, so when she came in looking for work McGinty decided Ginny needed some help with the folks that came in to watch sports on his jumbo screen TV, so he hired her.She seemed cheerful enough, but something in her eyes told me she'd had it rough sometime during her young life. A crowd of home. On the night stands on either side of the bed were two lamps. They had been draped with a batik-style fabric, which cast an interesting play of shadows and colours on the bed.And Eric himself — Caroline had said he was good looking, but she hadn't said anything about how tall he was, his curly hair, not quite dark enough to be black but close enough, his sinewy physique. Those chiselled cheekbones. Those deep, brown eyes.As she removed her clothes, she thought about how she had arrived here.. I'm just laying there rubbing myself and rolling over. I drink some more chocolate milk. I eat some more melted ice cream and cake. It's just mush now. It tastes so good. I rub my cock and play with myself. I am still so horny. I feel so special. I've never felt this good in my life. My boring lonely life. I'm just rubbing myself and wallowing in the mud. I'm a pig. I'm a pig. I love it. I'm horny. I'm special. I'm a horny fat pig. Oh I'm special. I'm so fucking special. I'm a stupid horny fat. “Yes, I’ll bet it did! The doctor will give you the details, but we had to pull out the bullet and sew you up. You also took some shrapnel to your right leg, that’s why that’s all bandaged up.”“My guys, where are they? They get taken care of?” I felt ashamed that I hadn’t asked about them first.“They’re good, all of them. They’ve been pestering us to let them in here. They got chewed up too. How are you feeling?”I shrugged, which hurt. “My chest hurts, and I’m really hungry. How long have I.