I am going to write you a scrip for a ninety day supply of Tramadol, but it is not going to be renewed until you come back,” he said. “I am also m...aking a PAP note in your file. Just to explain the unorthodox treatment. Now go home stay on the ice packs, and take a minimal amount of drugs. You can use Tylenol along with this, but be careful mixing meds,” he advised me.I left the clinic then rode to Walmart to buy groceries, and replace the clothes I left behind in Europe. I had been putting the. Breathe. Breathe. Get some air into your fucking lungs.He forced in the air, slow and deep. His body ached, or fake ached or whatever, but it was nothing he couldn’t handle. The problem was his brain didn’t want to function, didn’t want to uptake the oxygen. Christ, was he having a stroke?No, that made no sense. Wrong symptoms, and his new body didn’t seem like it’d ever get a stroke. Something else was happening to him. Fuck, fuck fuck fuck, what was happening to him?He took a taxi back to his. The conversation was like this:Steve,” You cant ask me to leave this place without what I want or else I am going to the cops”.Mom,” Steve okay please calm down my daughter is there in the house and she doesn’t know anything.”Steve,” Do you think I care about it. Actually we should call her as well!”Mom,” please leave my daughter out of this I will do whatever you say”.And when this conversation was happening I happened to notice that the door wasn’t locked and so I just slowly opened the door. She squeezed her rectal muscles as hard as she could to try and push out that huge invader, but to no avail. Unknown to her was the fact that circling the coronal ridge of that massive ass stuffer was a fully inflated Bardex like cuff. She would have to turn inside out before she would loose it from its tight, humid home. By now, she was almost crazy from the pain. Her small, tight asshole felt like it was being ripped apart. She twisted and squirmed, chest heaving, screaming from the agony,.