Seven days without a decent orgasm was making her feel allbitchy. "Goaway!", she said but Sandy persisted.?"Paris,my name is Sandy. I think it's terri...ble that you have to be here," Ihave all your posters and I'm a huge fan." "Ibrought some apples and grapes if you would like them." CanI please come in?"."Ummm, yeah, whatever," said the naughty heiress.She saton the side of her bunk as Sandy entered holding the promised fruitin a little basket adorned with pink ribbons and tiny flowers ofpink. He felt himself getting excited at he looked at the photographs inside. He certainly no longer felt drowsy! He was still the only customer in the shop and so he turned and went to the counter to pay. It was only then that the realised that the sales person was a woman. She picked up the magazine and reached for the obligatory brown bag to put it in but paused rather longer than was strictly necessary to look at the cover photograph which showed a girl in her mid twenties in black stockings and. I was relieved to hear that he was okay and we ended up taking him to his home after filling some prescriptions. Once he was settled in, my wife and I went home and chilled out. The next week, Greg stayed at home and nursed his wounds and I filled in for him at work. The weekend finally came and after doing two jobs, his and mine, I was ready to go out and party a little bit. Since Greg was banged up, I didnt think to invite him with us. We ate in and drank a bottle of wine with dinner. After. So, if I could have stood at all, I'd have been about two feet short. That's a unit of measure, not an anatomical description – although that was true too.Talk about depressing. I couldn't dance – not that I knew how before, but ... I'd never be able to look a man in the eye and shake his hand. I'd be looking up from my wheelchair. They got me up and sitting in a wheelchair soon enough, and I even learned how to use the toilet. I had to have a mirror and sink cut down to my size, so I could.