My right leg was more than just hurt, it had nearly been blown off. When I became conscious again I was in a room with a lot of machines on the wall. ...As I looked around a nurse came in to see me and I asked her for some water. My throat was even drier than it had been earlier but she only gave me a couple of sips and then removed the glass. I was demanding that she either give me more water or I would get up and get it myself. I didn't care about all the wires, tubes and other things they had. ’ Better not to have my own bathroom looking like a goddam refugee camp. I checked the kids again, then Annie. Sure were dirty. ‘Put their clothes in the trash. Donna, you come down the mall with me, buy some stuff for them while I get bunks and bedding. You good with that?’ I realized I was sounding sorta fierce, but hell, I was under stress. They nodded, and Kirsty put an arm round Annie, pointed the kids up the stairs. Annie went with her like a zombie, never said a word, and I began to. ] He makes a couple slashes with the knife. I back away, trying to avoid them, one hand trying to keep the front of my blouse closed. There’s not much room in the alley, and my balance isn’t the greatest. [Don’t let him run this. Take charge.] I lunge forward with my wrapped left hand, pushing it toward his stomach. He takes the bait and commits to striking at the hand. [Like I said: Stupid fucker.] My hand moves to the outside, and I start my kick. My legs are my strongest asset right now. I’m. Barbs breasts tend to sag to each side when shes on her back and I squirted an ample amount of lotion between them. Leaning forward I began to spread it, moving my hands in opposite circles to go outboard of her breasts, sweeping them up onto her chest with each circle of my hands then allowing them to fall back to rest after finishing the sweep with a quick nipple massage on each. In between the cirular motions I gave each breast a two-handed massage, pulling them up before letting them each.