I looked up to find Fiona standing in the doorway. “If you’re looking for the pair I was wearing when I last fucked you’re Dad it’s the red th...ong.” She reached past me, pulling them from the basket she handed them to me. The crutch was hard and stained with the goo from their sex. “Put them on.” She told me. “Then, I was wearing the matching bra and suspender belt.” Fiona began to dress me, the bra, thong, suspenders and stockings she had been wearing; then found a skirt and a blouse. I felt. "What the hell do you mean I can't see him?"Bethany ambled over to the front desk and found Eliza red faced and broiling. "Ma'am, he is not on public visiting hours currently." I need to see him. You need to let me go upstairs." Why? Are you his girlfriend or something?" Bethany could tell the nurse had pushed the wrong button. Eliza was going to blow if she did not do something."When will he be on visiting hours? Anytime today?" Bethany asked quickly, slapping on a bright smile to ease the. The time was coming when I knew I had to act to end it all.Friends were growing tired of his company and his continual sponging and society at large had come to appreciate that he was indeed on a downward spiral. The time was approaching when even I began to feel slightly sorry for him, but that soon changed when I thought of the suffering he had inflicted on my Jammarree and so many other people. The suffering he was experiencing was nothing to the evil he had been responsible for and. She grabbed her work coat and her denim jacket. She picked up a pair of cotton gardening gloves she had used repotting plants that spring, and rejected them – the look was too amateurish, she thought. She could buy some brown jersey gloves at the gas station on her way that would look more serious. She thought of one last thing, grabbed the partially finished bottle of wine and put it in a cooler. She’d buy some ice. She locked the door, got into the car, and started down the road, listening to.