He had gathered all the pillows behind his back and head, and, with his arms behind his head, he kinda kicked his boots half off, and put his feet ove...r towards me, expecting me to finish the job. [Part of the job description, I guess] And so I removed his Timmies, and put them up on the shelf near the bottom of the bed. There was enough room for me to walk on my knees or crawl, but not stand up. Poor T- could only crawl on his belly, he was so big. I felt bad for him, and I was determined to. Eventually, however, by the time the snow melted and winter's cold fingers were warmed by the spring, the natural attractions exerted their influence on us all, until even Micki and I could no longer deny it. I was a graduating senior, after all, and she was still just a sophomore, so we agreed that Prom would be our last big fling together. By the end of school, we would be gone on our separate ways. By this time, Micki had come to be accepted as a victim in our whole soap opera, and the. Now, I’m getting a better idea, I thought as I squeezed and played with his dick. ‘Look, see the blood vessels along the side?’ There they were, blue lines running lengthwise on his cock. ‘You want to try doing it, Gina? Jacking him off?’ ‘Um, I’ve never done it before, why don’t you start.’ Yes, I know, chicken-shit, but it was true. ‘Okay, John, get up on my bed. Here’s some lotion I use,’ and she pulled a bottle off her bedside table and squirted a line of it along the length of his dick,. Lucius was less lucky, and once the siege was lifted months later, he was transported back to Bombay with a back wound that had left him paralysed from the hips down. At first he was treated as a wounded hero, but then the rumours spread that he had received his injury by falling off his horse in a state of drunkenness.As soon as practicable, the Marsden-Smiths relocated back to England where Lucius was once more able to pose as a wounded hero. That lasted for a year or until another survivor.