" He had paused for a moment, "I know that."Taking a deep breath Pat launched into a full description of that night. She held nothing back. Completely... embarrassed by revealing her night long affair with another woman she actually began to relax a bit as she saw both understanding and compassion in the other woman's eyes. Somehow telling the story both made her feel better and also helped her hold back tears as she realized the position she had put herself in.Linda nodded at the appropriate. Persephone could hear screams, she was dead she knew it, she had felt herself fade and now she would never see her mother again, dance in the meadows of spring, or bask in the sun. She kept hearing screaming, she concentrated on it and then it started to sound like only one scream, a woman. She then realized it was her screaming! She woke sitting strait up only to feel a strong pair of hands push her shoulders back down onto something soft. She kept screaming sure she was dead and then it. No one knows exactly what happened, but in the wee hours of the morning the aides found him slumped over with a badly broken hip. Although the operation to repair his hip was successful, he was never the sane after that. Perhaps it was the anesthesia, he simply failed to thrive and in April announced he was no longer interested in eating or drinking. Despite trying Physical Therapy, my fsther never learned to walk again and was essentially bedridden. At the same time he bacame incontinent and. “It’s supposed to, silly. But it does look beautiful. You should always have your tits decorated like this.” I quickly shook my head. “I - I don’t think I could take that again. They are a mess!” She nodded, and I felt relieved for a moment. But then her lips curled into a grin, that devious, almost malicious grin of hers that never failed to make my chest constrict, that filled my stomach with anxiousness and my pussy with heat. “A beautiful mess. Just think, you won’t be able to wear a bra.