”“So what does that mean for me?” she inquires, looking up at him by lifting her eyes and not her head.“I’m going to do what I can to protec...t you,” he says. “I’ll delay and I’ll get you somewhere safe until we figure this out and get the proof we need to clear you.”“Why you doing this?” she asks.“Because ... I don’t know,” he answers with a shrug. “Maybe I believe you. Maybe I think there is something special about you.”Yulia lifts her head and looks at the man. She has looked at him before,. Alan was as disappointed as I was, but he tried to console himself, and me, that the stent would come out as soon as we got home and his normal physical reactions would return. Until then, he concentrated on giving me as much pleasure as possible through the use of his still active fingers and tongue. I did not lack for orgasms, just not the type coming from a cock embedded in my still virgin cunt. There was one other condition that Alan suffered as a result of a second medication prescribed. Curls to school? Or wash them out.I woke up Friday morning and immediately thought about my hair. The net wasstill in place and my hair looked about the same as the night before. Thebangs were messed up a bit. They weren't the neat, even fringe they had been.I brushed my teeth and got ready to take a shower. Decision time. Was I "manenough" to go to school with a pretty hairdo? Now that sounded funny! Idecided to keep the curls. At least I wouldn't be wearing a hairnet.I knew that Mom wore a. And of course, Kenny, being a Dodger made it even better. Just about every Orange Beacher was a Dodger fan. How could we not be with Vero Beach and Dodgertown, the spring home of the Los Angeles Dodgers just twenty-one miles away to the east. She'd met him the spring after she'd won the Olympic gold.It had seemed like a fairy tale when they'd married. Now, Kenny McGuire wouldn't have lasted ten minutes if he walked down Main Street of Orange Beach today. And the tall teen knew he would have.