She turned her head and her voice vibrated with emotions. “That was close, Eric. Very close, you almost died.”I touched my throat where she had st...abbed me and felt a bandage. “Tell me about it, I was halfway to Valhalla when you stabbed me.”My voice sounded like a malfunction robot and every word was hurting.“I didn’t stab you, Eric. I performed an emergency tracheotomy. I had to make an incision through your neck into the trachea so you could breathe because your upper airways were. 6 feet tall, nice "c" cup titties, dark hair and about 115 lbs and 32 years old.Her husband is a good looking guy named Jack. my husband Ron and I took them to the country club to golf. It was the middle of the week and we thought the course would be deserted. We started drinking heavy and we were really getting a good buzz on. Jack and Ron talked into taking our shorts off, we had golf skirts on and were flashing beaver shots to everyone. Four old men caught up with us and were making small. "Chris, is somethingwrong?" she asked.My reply was cut short again by another wave of cramps spreading out frommy abdomen. I doubled over and folded my arms across my torso. I couldn'tseem to catch my breath as the churning in my stomach increased.Karen put a hand on my shoulder as she knelt over me. "Chris, honey, areyou okay?" she said with a note of worry in her voice.I tried to answer her, but the fire ripping through my insides made it comeout as a low grunt. It was almost like. It seems there was a hardcore subgroup of them though. She turned to Emanuel. What do you think they want?Two of the groups seem desperate; almost as if they see this as a chance to break us apart. The last one is giving off a greedy vibe.We do have about half the school here. Do you think that’s enough to get our version spreading quickly?I guarantee you it won’t make it the other half completely unscathed. But enough people will hear something much closer to the truth. The only way to get.