Damn said the girl, I really need it. She hurried out the back door, flimsy top flowing behind her, big breasts bobbling, pussy weeping, saw the boy w...th the mower and sat on the back steps, knees spread as an invitation and admired his bare and sweating torso as her outer labia fluttered. The kid looked strong, well-muscled, long-legged, hard-assed. She wondered how big his tool was, how long he could last. She shivered and thought that perhaps her randy mother had worn him out. Damn, she. She collapsed into the arms of the closest things she had ever known to parents. And despite all of her resolve to be strong for them…and Peter, she was sobbing and shaking almost immediately. She had no idea how long the three of them stood there in the cold, hugging and crying. It seemed like a lifetime, but was probably only moments. It was not until Jill drew back and wiped her eyes and snotty nose on the back of her coat sleeve that she noticed there was someone else standing on the porch.. "Ramon?" the tall man whispered."The sedatives have overtaken him," the doctor said, gesturing toward the door. "Sleep will help him heal." Sleep now, Ramon. The time for revenge will come after you have healed," the tall man said in an even tone, then turned and strode out of the hospital room followed by two burly guards and the doctor.Once the door had closed, the tall man turned to the doctor. "How bad is he, doctor?" The burns on his arms and legs are bad, but they will heal. The bullet. Tuesday had done a lot to rebuild our friendship, even though I knewthere was still a lot that we would need to do before he was comfortablearound me again. At least he was trying now. I needed to do the samething. A plan started to form in my head while I got ready for the day.I wanted to go over to his house and try something that the dream hadhelped me think of for improving our friendship, but that wasn'tpossible right now. Julia and Stephanie would be here at any moment tohelp me get ready.