Besides me, Mrs. and Mr. Jackson as well as Mandy had keys to the house but I figured it was Mandy coming in as her parents were infrequent visitors. ...It was Amanda and she looked quite concerned as she joined me on the couch. Once again, she brought with her the smell of rich coffee although there was none of the sugary sweetness that I almost feared, for which I was thankful.“Hey” she said by way of greeting. “I heard you skipped out on school after second period. That’s not like you. Are you. Ill get the discharge paperwork done in a few hours, and Mr. Winfield can go home soon. A disappointed look is on Saras face. I ask. Dr. Maris when can Sara be discharged? The Doctor answered. We need to keep her for about 24 more hours to ensure no reactions to the transfusions she had. Sara asked the nurse to help her to the rest room. She responded. Sure Sara, now just lean on me. Soon after Sara return to bed, the Doctor and nurse leaves, were all by our selfs they all so closed the door. I said “ I have thought about nothing else since, it has been so hard to concentrate at work, you have no idea how many times I have had to have a wank with the image of your lips wrapped around my cock in your mouth in my head “.Sharon took my hand and started to walk up the path towards her house, a few minutes later we arrived at her front door, as she placed the key in the door, I wrapped my arms around her, and started to nuzzle the back of her neck, while fondling her boobs through her. I already know a little sign that I learned when I was in my twenties. A friend’s son was deaf. I’ve discovered that signing while driving stick is a bitch. I don’t recommend it.The last few months as you know by read The Oak I’ve been remembering and re-evaluating my past. I’m still doing so. In a sense I can say I’m being driven to do it or rather it’s happening and I can either embrace it or fight it. Something like this happened to me in my mid twenties and I fought it and it nearly killed.