The stretcher where I was put lay on the ground, and I could feel lumps and stones sticking through the fabric, pinching my skin."Good morning, sleepy... head."I looked around, surprised by the familiar voice. It was the beautiful man. He himself lied on a bed — not on the ground as me — and his arm was in a sling. He looked pained; I think he had broken his collarbone or something."Yes, you're not alone in here." How did you end up here?" I asked him.He tried to sit up in the bed, but the only. She has slightly curly, auburn hair and green eyes that are hidden behind no-rimmed style glasses. Other than that I have no idea what she looks like which makes her all that more intriguing.My shoulder throbs. The ibuprofen I took before coming to the hospital hasn’t even touched the pain. Finally, after three hours I get sent to the back. I request Doctor McCarthy. He’s been the only doctor I see in the emergency room. I love to regale him with my stories. He doesn’t call the cops and gives. How did you get started doin' that with him?"That seemed to change the subject for a bit anyway. I wanted to slow this down some and try and keep it on my terms, for a bit anyway."Well, I like to walk in the woods around our farm and I follow a path that I have through the woods. It follows the stream and I like to watch birds and things while I'm walkin', so I'm real quiet. One time I was walkin' and I seen some movement up ahead. I couldn't make out what it was, but I didn't think it was a. “Mistress?” Her head whipped around and I watched the muscles in her face tighten. “Yes?” “Will you let me please you tonight?” The slight sagging of her shoulders told me that she was fighting an internal struggle. “I’m not sure. I’m not sure about many things, right now.” “Shit. Anne - Mistress Summers!” My eyes found hers, and I laid all the desperation and guilt I felt into the look. My vision threatened to blur, but I thought I saw her face softening when she took a hesitant step towards.