Being of close Irish descent I don't actually "tan." It's more of a roasting-thing. However, the warmth has made me uncharacteristically lazy, and my ...body doesn't seem to be willing to listen to the rational thoughts my brain is sending—something about blisters, freckles, and eventual wrinkles. "Well," I sigh to myself; "one has to take occasional risks."I force my eyes open when I hear the rusty hinge on the gate protest opening. I can tell by your gait that the day didn't go the way you had. ‘I am a Doctor.’ I told him, he looked at me in suspicion but walked away. I looked down at my meager first aid kit and knew I needed far more than I had with me. I quickly stabilized the second man as best as I could, he wasn’t as badly hurt as far as torn up but he complained he could not feel his legs. I could already hear sirens in the background, still far away. I knew with all of the traffic now stopped in both directions that getting here would be a problem. ‘You will be fine.’ I told. In the background, they could hear their moaning, their breathing, the sound of their hips colliding, and the watery and obscene sound of their friction down there. Violette was so aroused that every time Lucas penetrated her to the bottom, their groin was completely soaked.She tried her best to hold on, but it wasn’t enough. Over time she couldn’t control the moans that got louder and louder. Sensing this situation, Lucas placed his hand over Violette’s mouth and spoke fiercely.“Lick my finger. Nobody speaks to me like that, and especially an impertinent little hop-head. I’ve been good to you in the last few days, because I knew you were sad, but obviously you don’t appreciate my efforts, so we’ll go back to the way things were. Forget Andy’s room for now. I want you out in the living room stripped to the buff in two minutes. You still have 40 strokes coming to you from the other day, and you just added another 50 for speaking to me the way you did. I’ll beat it out of you yet!?.