Ripping the old linen into long strips, I rolled them and set them next to the hot water. ‘Have you got any whiskey?’ I asked, remembering the fla...k he had carried with him from the train station. ‘Yes, in my coat pocket.’ Once I had retrieved the flask, I added it to my collection of makeshift nursing equipment. I picked up the bowl of hot water and held it in my lap as I sat beside Erich on the bed. Very softly, I began to bathe his wound in the scalding water. He pursed his lips and breathed. It jolted him out of a sound sleep. Had he been dreaming? He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. 'What was that?' he thought. Could the old lady be having a nightmare? He got out of bed and pulled on his work pants, fumbling in the dark. He heard it again. It was a blood- curdling scream! No doubt about it this time. Instead of opening the door to check up on old Mrs. Blanche, his instincts led him straight to the window. He pulled back the old lace curtain and peered out through. "Oi white bitch, what the fuck are you looking at" growled the largest of the men, all I could say to him was "sorry, I'm so sorry I don't want trouble, I'm extremely sorry."He then slowly strolled over to me and I knew something bad was gunna happen, and all of a sudden...A violent pain wrenched my stomach as he landed one of the hardest punches I've ever felt. (Bearing in mind I weight 100lbs soaking wet, typical beta white male. He weighed about 220lbs) I dropped to the floor on all fours. Sarah and Sally were sucking and nibbling her breasts and nipples, while Kelly sucked, kissed and licked Renée’s inner thighs and succulent peach. Renée was approaching orgasm. Her breath had hastened. Renée’s body began to tremble; she had her hands on Kelly’s head, pulling her in deeper. Renée was also grinding her hips against Kelly’s young face. She was moaning as they worked on her wonderful body. Things like, “Yes, hmm more of that please.” When Sarah stopped the others; all she did was.