She smiled. Maybe he just ate a pomegranate. Thecheekbones showed, and he looked gaunt.Alex skipped over to the profile.It said.Height: 5'2"Weight: 14...Eyes: BlueHair: BlondeEducation: GRS diploma, certified nurse assistant degree.Age: 19Hobbies: NoneGoals: To help peopleShe looked back at the picture. She liked some of what she saw, butalso saw that he slouched, like he was afraid. Of life? Or had norespect for himself. Hmmm. She thought, vaguely, we will fix theslouch, but the rest is. My. She just loved the exercise, how it trained her body, and the people she taught—mostly middle-aged white ladies with leisure time. The rest of her time, Jill worked on art. Painting, sculpture, pottery, mixed media—whatever struck her fancy. ‘No Desmond today,’ Lily noted. Jill’s husband. ‘He’s out working. A construction job, I think. Or maybe it’s his landscaping business. Not that he tells me.’ ‘So he’s in a ‘noncommunicative place,” said Lily. ‘God, please, no more ‘marriage counselor’. Her eyes are slightly glazed over and shes tightly squeezing her thighs together.I'm in pain at this point and my dick is violently throbbing against my shorts."Hun, it's not like I havn't seen it before. I can tell you're in pain. Why don't you just take it out.." My mom lazily recommends as if it's nothing. I stare at her blankly for a few seconds to make sure she's not trying to get me to dig myself deeper, but I don't need any more encouragement. It's hurting.I quickly rip my fly down and. Thatkinda made me angry. Angrier.Good thing was that after my nights sleep I felt stronger. I guess myrecuperative powers remain. My stomach rumbled loudly in my ears.Hungry. Damn I'm hungry. Hangry? Eying all the medical paraphernaliaattached to me I decided I didn't need it. Out came the I.V. and... Ew,catheter. Off went the monitoring electrodes. I was still handcuffed tothe gurney but I stood on my newly slimmed legs, bare ass hanging frommy medical gown, swaying drunkenly. "Whrats frer.