” I parted my lips. Sister Theresa pressed her toes between them and began to fill my mouth. I took her foot into my mouth deeper and felt her toes... move and slide over my tongue and I began to suck and lick them almost instinctively. My mouth was almost full, and I could feel a reservoir of saliva beginning to cover her toes and then run like little rivers between the tiny gaps at the corners of my mouth. I was greedy for her feet, her toes and her control. “She’s a greedy little bitch, isn’t. Was you young then, like me?’ she asked.‘Yes lots younger than you. I was skint at school. I did not want a job either, so left, truant etc. Got skint, so went out one night in the red light area. I had a few drinks in a bar 1st for Dutch etc. Wore a short skirt, heels bare legs, hair in 2 plats, white blouse, sort of schoolgirl look as I was at the time,’ she explained.‘Oh what happened? Did you meet a nice guy?’ she naively asked Babs!‘Yeah right. A married guy pulled up as I walked up the. Don’t try and talk as you are in a hospital and are sedated. Since you can hear us we can speak to you mentally and there is no reason for us to do verbal communication. What do you remember that happened?”“The last thing I remember is jumping in front of what’s-her-name and getting hit with bullets. I saw someone shooting back at this shooter but that is all I know or saw.”“Kelly Ferguson is the name of the lady who you probably saved from an early grave. The bystander shot your shooter and. Damn cars! I hate them. The grumble grew loud. What is a truck doing in the wee AM hours? The trepidation of the heavy engine was palpable. Hold tight, the truck is passing too close. The truck is so close the hairs in my neck are standing up. Panic grabs my throat. The first thing I noticed was the very loud bang. I didn’t feel anything. The second thing I remember is seeing the snow about a foot away from my face. My bike was gone. I had been so lost in thoughts that seeing snow without my.