This was the first thing I thought of when my mother Donna knocked so early Monday morning with my doctor, her apparent boyfriend, in tow behind her. ...‘Jessica, we need to talk,’ she said, and the blood drained from my face with fear over that memory. Only something truly threatening would have brought her and my physician over unexpectedly like this so recently after I had been hospitalized for the second time following the wreck that had left me in a coma. I feared the worse. That was the only. „Wenn du getrunken hast, ich nochmal nachschenken.“Ich setzte das Bierglas an. Es roch leicht nach Pisse, aber schmeken tat es leicht salzig ansonsten war es fast wie Wasser. Ein Someljer würde vielleicht eine leichte Biernote erkennen, etwas herb. Aber ich will mich da nicht festlegen. In drei großen Zügen stürzte ich das Glas hinunter. Noch einmal das geile Weib beim pissen sehen war es wert. Ich hilt ihr das leere Glas hin. Sie stellte sich wieder vor mich und wie vorhin hob sie den Rock,. In the finish I had to abandon my bath, I couldn't stand the wibbly-wobbly sensations in my tummy any more.Nervous excitement was building within me. I stood in the bathroom staring at my trembling fingers, willing them to stop shaking. It made no difference. I took a long and indulgent drenching under the shower, washing and re-washing my hair, before applying conditioner.While the shower was more distracting than the bath, my hands had a habit of wandering across my seriously aroused body.. For being betrayed by someone I trusted with my life.Deanna was speechless – she could see some dam had broken, but was clueless about what was going on. Initially she made a joke, saying weakly, "Hey now, it's just a work out device. No need for tears Ryan!"I just looked at her, bawled some more, and abruptly got up and headed to the bathroom."Paula, take the kids up stairs. Watch something in your room. Your father and I need some time," she instructed our eldest, who was watching slack.