“They have this creamy chicken pasta thing that’ll ruin me for meal hall food until the end of the semester!”“Thank you for inviting me.” I ...stayed positive.“Yes, thank you for calling, Alex.” Her father frowned.“Oh, I wasn’t going to wait on this!” she beamed. “Thanks for coming into town so quick, Daddy.”“Anything for my princess.” Those four words were directed at me. I respected that. “Gene, why don’t you tell--”“It is so good to not be served on a cafeteria line like an inmate!” Alex. I reached out and picked-up my stockings, a large diamond lace, requiring a belt to stay up, and when adorned, framed my ass beautifully in black, making its nudity more revealing, something I planned for, as lying face down could only invite him to ease between my firm cheeks, and take that most intimate of orifices for his sexual pleasure.I massaged some Astroglide onto my anal entrance, then eased it up my backside, withdrew and pushed more up in deep, letting the heat of my anal cavity coat. He smiled a bit at the thought. Taking the laundry up the stairs, hisfeet were becoming quite sore, this was not something he had thoughtof. As he went outside to the line, to hang the clothes, his dressballooned suddenly in the wind, lifting. His hands were full with thebasket so he could do nothing about it. Of course just then Krissy waswalking by and saw. She giggled. "I can see your panties billy."He blushed, but was then surprised when he received a smack. "Hey, Iwasn't bending over, that. .. When I woke again the pain in my arm had been reduced, from the terrible burning and stabbing sensation that I'd fought to suppress, to a bearable if nagging ache. I could feel the stretcher swaying and I looked about me. I recognised the confines of an ambulance. Through the tinted glass I could see the reflected flash of blue light from passing shop windows. Occasionally the muted ones of the siren could be heard."What happened to my arm?" Susan started; my unexpected question brought her.