Her mouth hung ajar, not agape but just enough to allow breathing. Her heart must be beating a mile a minute also. Wrinkles of worry scarred her foreh...ead. Her eyes stared up at him, wide and wet. She seemed to be pleading. Then her hidden hand emerged.Christen was trapped. This was the exact thing her mother warned her about. She pulled her hand from her shorts trying to do the right thing, even though she knew it was too late. Excitement had already filled her young body with desire. Whatever. .. Then I heard him roaring!? "Hey, cunt!!! Where do you thing you're going?" I turned around and looked in his dark eyes. "Please, I haven't seen anything. I just wanna leave!" He pointed at the big gun on the table ... "You are going to the bathroom and make yourself pretty for me! If not, I'll hunt you down and shoot both you and your useless friend here!" I gasped. Then Mike begged, screaming. "Please! He's innocent, haven't done anything wrong! Aaaooow! Please, man?!? Please! Aaaoow!!!" I. For that blessing, he and I are happy. He wants you to be happy about it too.I started to lie about his condition late in January, or early in February. January 21 was when the doctor said it was hopeless.I can't say enough wonderful things about Hospice. I really can't talk about Hospice at all, except to say they are the most wonderful, caring, helpful human beings I've ever met. They explained to Stan, and to me, and to my dad and his girlfriend, what was happening, and why it was happening.. She asked something in French again as she clicked the packet closed.Tray had no idea what she said, but he felt she just wanted to know whathad happened- "I... don't know. Just not feeling right," he said as theygot up off the floor. He could not look at the mirror, it was mentallyimpossible for him to look at her in the mirror."Do you need to go spend some time with your vibrator?" she asked, givingthe last word a thick French accent that by the look of her face wasmeant as a joke.Tray.