I started to have a very bad feeling. I still held out hope that this wassome bizarre dream, that maybe everything since my accident was a productof a... sleeping, or maybe injured, male, mind.But I couldn't help but think of the last image in my memory before theaccident - of stopping my car to help a half-naked, bleeding girl. Itcouldn't be, could it? I didn't rescue this girl, only to end up stuckinside her, did I?I heard the doctor say, "I will have to check with his family what I cantell you,. We talked about everything movies, music and just life in general. Up until that point wasn’t aware any other person on this planet shared my taste. She was great, she was only a few years older than me but I never felt on the same level as anybody else. One night we were texting each other and she asked me if I would come over to her place and hang out with her. She was feeling down and wanted someone to drink with. I told her no at first because I had to open the next, but she insisted, and. Mike was shaking his head in amazement. “Before you put on your blouse, honey, let me take a look at your back.”She went to him and turned around. There were the three welts across her back with blood flowing slowly from the cuts. “They’re fine, Mike. I’m glad you took your cue from my screams in German. How did it sound, by the way? Do I get an Academy Award nomination?” As she spoke, she was checking the bodies on the floor. All four Russians were dead.Mike got out of the chair and limped. As she parted Hazel’s labia she saw that Mitsumi had been working on the inner labia and clitoris as well, turning them into a body for Paul’s butterfly on Hazel’s outer labia. Again Mary felt very jealous. But, she thought, was she jealous of Hazel’s pain, or of the fact that Mitsumi had been holding Hazel’s most intimate places? Hazel started to moan softly, and spread her legs further. She reached out and touched Mary, tracing the outline of Mary’s butterfly with her finger. “Oh, please.