The next three hours would eventually be classified as the worst three hours of her life.Bobby sat in a corner of the ER by design. Coping mechanisms ...sometimes look complicated, but they are almost always very simple at heart. Someone had decided that the helicopter wasn’t necessary after all, but had told him he had to stay there. Bobby Higginbotham tried his best to stay away from people. That was his coping mechanism for what ailed him. A high school science teacher would have said he was. I had my eyes focused on a vixen of about 30, who had to be at least 5'9" and a D-cup. She was getting some advice on eye liner and I had my eyes on her breasts, hoping against all hope that she would lie back in the chair and I could get a peek down her low cut blouse. Something going on to my far right caught my eye and I looked over toward the jewelry section where I saw a girl who looked to be a teenager. You ALWAYS watched teenagers because they were the most flagrant shoplifters.I walked. I moaned loudly as my body responded to the intense sensations crashing against me like the waves of the ocean. He moved his fingers in and out of me slowly as my body gently shook involuntarily. Your cunny wont be this tight for very long. He said How about I give you a proper fucking and stretch that little hole out? I laid still, unable to answer a question in a hypnotic state. But oh how I needed him to stretch me out. I needed him to hurt me good. Oh thats right, he laughed remembering. “I guess it’s a matter of perspective,” I said.“We have each other and they have each other, and there wouldn’t be any of that wondering what they were doing next door, because we’d be doing it too,” she said. I laughed.“I guess that’s so,” I said. “Anyway, we can think about it, consider it, as you say.”“Yes, we need to. We’ve got enough income; we could afford to pay them rent, pretty good rent,” she said.“No, if we moved there they would never take any money for it. They’d want to give it to.