"Sam hung up the phone and was more worried than before; neither Greg nor Arrian had been heard from since they left for the party.Present... Greg tri...d to clear his head; he could hear someone calling his name, but he didn't recognize the voice. He opened his eyes saw a gigantic blur of colors. He closed his eyes and tried to focus them in the vast darkness that comes with closing eyelids.He opened them again with better results; the voice was getting clearer too."Greg! Wake Up!" Arrian. With no introductions or explanation she set her bag and clipboard on the ground, pulled out some latex gloves and a few other benign medical instruments, and began examining him. Her instructions were precise and professional, and sensing no danger he complied with them. Turn your head. Breathe in. Hold it. Exhale. How many fingers am I holding, and so on. Nothing he hadn't experienced at the doctor's office, though the reflex test was not usually administered with his legs cuffed. Seemingly. Ever so slowly, he starts to work up higher on her leg, opening up her thighs. He embraces her upturned leg and bends it at the knee. She feels his strong, warm tentacle glide up further, until he touches her ass, all of this just increases her anticipation. There is no way to tell what he is up to. Everything he does is for his pleasure, but his pleasure is her pleasure anyway. He seemed the most happy and satisfied when she falls unconscious from the countless orgasms he causes.When she feels. We called an ambulance and went to the ER with him. His wife Amy was called, and when she arrived I apologized to her over and over. (Joe was unconscious in the operating room while they tried to put his jaw back together.) The other guys backed me up—it was just a terrible accident. I truly enjoyed playing the role of the devastated friend, overcome with sorrow and guilt.Even more fun were the visits I paid to Joe's bedside for the next five days, until they finally sent him home. I played the.