I KNOW that voice."Don't try to move, Dave." The voice was soft, feminine. "I hear the ambulance. It's close."I opened my eyes. Good! They still worke...d. I saw the face. Ronni. Pronounced "Ronnie". As in "Veronica". My seventeen year old next-door neighbor.Okay. Inventory. I was hurting. Bad. Left leg. Left arm. Chest. Something warm running into my eyes. Things were NOT good.The flashing red lights and incessant whooping of a siren became pervasive. I heard voices. Running. Shouting. I tried to. My light brown hair was falling out in clumps, and new blondhairs were growing in behind them. The same was happening with myeyebrows, eyelashes and, from the feel of it, my body hair. I had to seewhat was happening to me, so I yanked on the hospital gown until thepressure-sensitive tabs on the back gave way and I was looking down atmyself. Sure enough, my body hair had fallen out and a minimal amount ofblond hairs had started to grow in, mostly just on my arms.I walked awkwardly over. I slid all 4 fingers into her and she came all over my hand. I told her to lick her juices off my hand. She didn't want to. I rubbed her face wiping off the juices all over her. I slid her off the couch so her knees were on the floor and she was leaning over the couch I moved behind her and slid my cock into her sopping pussy. She came again. She said it had been so long. Her husband she said had been impotent for the past 6 years. She thought she would never get laid again. She also told me. She clenched her fists. I could tell she was very angry. She then relaxed, and then looked sad, tears returning to her eyes. I thought she wanted to say something and then thought better of it. I wanted to make a point, so I said, "I want you all to be totally frank with me and speak you minds. You are to tell me everything I might need to know. I'll spank you later if I need to. So Sally, out with it!" Oh! It is something personal, sir. I helped design the Beverly. The corridor was one of my.