Everywhere, and I mean everywhere screamed its agony, overloading my brain until all it could do was shut down.And everything went black.It was dark w...hen I woke, although not as dark as last time. It was still cold though and I was still on my back. It still hurt all over, but not as bad as last time. I rolled my head to the right and saw that the curtains on my window were drawn but it was daylight outside. I rolled my head to the left to look around. I was clearly in a hospital, but this was. I was so hot by this scene that I just wanted to lick as much of the goo, as I could possibly get my mouth on. I swam through the stream of sperm, but I could not even eat a bit as the water had combined with the gism, thus leaving only a white trail.After this event I dried off, and went into my bedroom, and put on my g-string panties and my cut away jeans, which believe me, I had really cut away. I also had a boob tube without a bra. I always thought that a bra was a waste of energy, to put. ” I turned around and looked at her. “I just thought I’d help Tollie—that’s all. It’s not a big deal.” When the bell on the toaster rang, I took out my muffin, buttered it and took my mug of coffee upstairs and heard mom shout at me, “I don’t like your tone.” I didn’t respond but hated what I was feeling. Mom and I hardly ever had fights. She was a really great mom and gave me a lot of space, but at that time, with Tollie’s friend Lark visiting—that was her name I found out later--I really. They wanted her at home, not her and her friends as was becoming more common.Cathy’s parents didn’t care. The spawn of Satan was gone from the house and good riddance at that. There was absolutely no attempt to contact her since she had left home. Cathy was hurt by that, but she was moving on. She had an odd kind of family with a girlfriend (lover), a boyfriend (not a lover), and a male friend (not a lover, but a lover to her girlfriend). She didn’t think it was possible to explain it to anyone.