"Is anyone here? Is this place open for business?" May I help you?" A man asked as he limped forward. With the pant leg torn off of his left leg, the ...irls could see a scar that was down right spooky in appearance. "Everyone calls me Uncle Linch. I so much love seeing young ladies enjoying my merchandise." We saw your ad in the newspaper." Paula began as the man limped over to a chair with the help of a cane and sat down. "We'd been here sooner if we noticed your ad right off." I know you. He told me they were going to prep me for surgery. It seems that although the bullet had passed through my leg, they would have to clean out the wound and sew me up. To be honest with you, I was ready to be out of it for a while.As the anesthetic was starting to take hold and I was just drifting between being awake and going to sleep, I could hear Sharon calling to me. She was telling me she was okay and that I was going to be fine.A couple of hours later, I was in the recovery room. I was out. Hearing the words ‘I love you Lauren’ from your lips as you place me on the bed. Leaning over me, you give me a kiss. As our lips touch a chill runs through me. I put my hand behind your neck and pull you close to me. Your tongue swirls around mine. You stand up and take hold of my hand. I reach for the other and you pull me up. You twirl me around. Finding the zipper in the back of my dress, you pull it down. When it falls to the floor, I step out of the dress. I stand before you in a white. He liked to have a few drinks and he was soon engaged in what seemed a very intimate conversation with Megan. I could see her hand on his thigh and he was smiling.Travis was a lot bolder — he put fingers in my pussy. I loved how daring this was and juices ran out of me like crazy as he whispered in my ear, ”Don’t come.”I tried to close my legs to stop him. I wasn’t sure if I could hold back —and I was a screamer. Travis opened my thighs again and gave me a certain look: Don’t try that.