He couldn't move, couldn't talk, and couldn't believe what was happening. Tossing the sodden serviettes into the trolley, Celeste pulled another handf...ul, this time dabbing more gently, the serviettes in her palm and her fingertips curved around the bulge in his pants, improbably growing harder despite the cold dousing it had just received.Expertly flipping his seatbelt open and taking his hand, she said "Come with me, quickly. We'll use the dryer in the bathroom and fix you up in a jiff." And. Concerned, of course, I took a cab directly to the ER, where I needed help getting into the hospital because my legs were giving out. They thought, at first, I had had a heart attack or stroke. The staff acted accordingly, poking me with IVs, moving me to the various points of the hospital for testing, some of which were excruciatingly painful. The chief neurologist concluded I had a disease known as GBS, which was causing dramatic damage to my nervous system. I was placed on a breathing. ”“So, Mick. The worst?” She asked again.“Well, turning down $100,000 to stay away from you. Getting into a fight at the farmers market, almost having you kidnapped, having a gun pulled on me, twice, and let’s not forget this hand.”Brody’s mouth opened farther with each portion of my answer.“I was going to ask about the hand. You have had a hell of a week.”“Brody, he is my hero. He saved my life more times than I can count.”“Oh bullshit. Oops, sorry. Pardon my language, hon.”“I would have. . used you.” She bit her lip. “I hope you’re not mad.”“You can use me any time, Pri. What about you? Did you like that?”Prisha looked away. When she looked back, she had a huge smile.I hugged her, feeling a surge of love and admiration. I was in danger of falling in love, if I wasn’t in love with her already.~~~~The summer went like that: Prisha and I returned to the campsite every chance we had to work on the cabin and enjoy each other. In town, my bathroom steadily filled with hair and.
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