He didn't know this woman, or why she was talking to him. "I feed on your hatred. It makes me strong." She said, in a seductive manner. "So I want to ...give you something in return. You see, we can work symbiotically. I fuel your hatred, and your hatred fuels me."John finally found the ability to talk, "What... what do you mean?" He asked."I can give you the power to act on your hatred. You can take revenge on those you feel so strongly about." What does that mean?" He asked, but it was too late.. He lifted her and laid her on the bed. She opened her eyes and look at him. She nodded her head at him “please no he gave her a smile and lip locked her again. He started massaging both her boobs, the removed the remaining hooks behind her back and removed the blouse. To his delight her round perfect hard boobs sprung out before his eyes! My mouth went dry when he licked her pink nipples for the first time his saliva shone in the moonlight. The film songs could be heard in the night. He then. I paused mid stride and turned to face her. "I've got it. Seven. I'll most likely park out in the front so check for my car before you go." I gazed at her smiling face and continued around the corner.I returned home earlier than I expected and took a shower. All of my work clothes were unceremoniously tossed in the washer beside the bathroom. As I lathered up my hair, I heard my phone chirp. Its display flashed a message 'Thinking about you' with a heart next to it. I rinsed my hair and washed. "Fred seemed preoccupied for a moment, then, "Doctor, I want to show you something, but first I want you to tell me some things." If I can." I would like for you to describe Ms. Gordon's arms when she first came into the ICU."Doctor Harris automatically looked toward her arms, but the sheet covered them. "She, uh, Ms. Gordon was obviously a drug addict. She had, what is commonly referred to as needle tracks on both arms, but mainly the left." And how long would that scarring last?" Fred.