Mike said, “She was in pain, just from me carrying her out of the wash.”Millie looked around and said, “There’s nothing around here that we ca...n use to create a travois.”“Let’s get back to it,” Mike said. “The sooner we get to the wagon the sooner we eat and head out.”“I’ll go back to the wagon and make something for you to eat,” Millie said.“Good idea.”“Give me your packs,” Millie said.“Why?” JJ asked.“So you don’t have to carry them, and the stretcher,” Millie answered.“That’s a good idea,” JJ. It was what brought a smile to my face, one lessthing to do on my list, and panties that desperately needed to be changed.***********I didn't go to the therapist. I was too scared. I stopped by the liquorstore and got a fifth of vodka and picked up some OJ. I needed a drink,alone.I got home just before 3pm and made me a drink. I had to control this. Iknew what I was doing; it wasn't like I was a robot and doing somethingagainst my will, but the desire was so strong and the sensation was. With a cruel grinI slowed down the pumping but continue knowing full well his jaw must beaching now. He groaned around the plug."Mmmm perhaps I should leave this in and get a second to fill your tightsecond hole," I muse watching him squirm at this proposition."But no I can't do that, since you're a closet fag you're no doubt goingto want to suck my cock."I looked him in the eyes and almost reluctantly he nodded."I thought so faggot!"I released the valve and when it was deflated transferred it. Still, it might be worth a try sometime.I took the cellphone downstairs and looked around until I found thegirl's mother standing there in a little laundry room folding clothesinto neat little stacks there on a table.She took the phone out of my hands even before I could say a word andsaid,"Thanks, pumpkins."I quietly turned and walked away.I walked over to the living room and spotted the front door there. Istood up on tiptoe to reach the doorknob but as I turned the handle itjust spun and.