Now, were going dancing. Ill never make it to work tomorrow. Maya said. No, you wont, Fran agreed. Youre going to take a sick day. I know you. Youve n...ever called off sick from this job, have you? No. Never. Well, tomorrows the first. You can be honest with them, mostly. I seriously doubt anyone would question why you need a day off with what Gerry did to you, Fran said. Youre right. Tomorrows Friday. I need a three-day weekend, Maya agreed. When the taxi delivered the girls to Mayas house, they. We’ll just date like we did before. Go to a movie, go out for something to eat, sit around your house watching television. And I won’t try to get you to jack me off. Or anything else. Is that what you want?”“No, I— ”“Then what, Suze? What do you want?”“I want you to go to this wedding with me!”“Yeah, I get it. I understand. But I can’t. I have to work. That’s all this is about. Don’t try to turn this into some big relationship flaw or something. I’m not refusing to go because I feel like being. "Are you all right?" he asked."Yes," I whimpered. Frank then held me for about ten minutes as I periodically shook. I needed to regain my composure, to recover. Finally I looked at him."That was amazing." I said.He replied, "I didn't over do it, did I?" God no," I said.I had just received the roughest, dirtiest and best fuck of my life. I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself. My hair was soaked, my body was covered with sweat and my cum and my face was covered with his. I felt like. "Listen, I have to go. We'll move her to a monitoring room now. If you want you can sit with her."Maureen nodded. "Thank you, Doctor. I'd like that."Looking at the beat-up, comatose Deirdre, Joey felt at once helpless, desperate, but also increasingly furious. An all-consuming hatred against the men who had done this to Deirdre began to envelope him, up to a point where he could not sit anymore. Maureen looked up with tired eyes."I guess we better call it a day. You go home, Joey. I'll never.