There seemed to be a real urgency, her room suddenly became a hive of activity as the nursing staff wheeled in intravenous drips and a heart monitor. ...ichael was ushered from the room and watched through glass paneled door as the nurses went about their business.It was early morning; Michael had fallen asleep outside Samantha’s room. It had been several hours since she was admitted, but the signs were looking good. Samantha was sitting up in bed and she smiled as he entered the room. Almost. "I hope you enjoy the rest of your life as a weak, mute, woman."I easily made two more switches in Derek, or whatever her name would be after today; one to make her muscles always weak, and one sealing away her voice. I only hoped it would serve as punishment.I carried Gina out the door, and saw her car parked outside. It wasn't until I had started the car, and was driving away, that I released Derek from his paralysis.I used Gina's phone to call her mom, and let her know that Gina was alright. There it was the license plate.“That’s the first nail in that asshole’s coffin,” I said.“In his jail cell at least,” Joan said.Jail cells don’t have nails. Never mind,” I said. I seemed calm but I was jumping up and down inside when I called Gray. Since I had to use his open number, I made the call from my open phone.“Gray, did I wake you?” I asked knowing he was at his desk.“Fuck you Ed,” he said. “What can I do for you.”The narrative took only three or four minutes. At the end of my tale he. I raced sports cars but now I worry more about the condition of my ass than any glory so I kept it a couple miles under the limit. As we drove along her left hand gripped my upper arm but her right moved down and lifted the edge of my kilt, creeping under to about mid-thigh, my skin was cold and her hand felt warm. I was quite hard but her hand never reached my cock, it didn't need to. She was kneading my thigh and arm with her fingers. Tightening and releasing, left then right, over and over,.