She was in bed, lying on her side, staring at me. “I hope my ankle will get better by tomorrow. Xnxx I thought…” I said guiltily. “Do you have any bandages here?” I asked. I heard shuffling, then another, more persistent moan. A fat Siamese, for what I could see was sprawled in the corner. I lifted her up and carried her to the front door. Her ankle wasn’t injured. “Wow!” I exclaimed. I slid my arm around her waist, our eyes meeting for a second. I reached out and unclasped her trembling fingers. “With your help, I will survive,” she said, and turned stiffly around to sit on the couch. A fat Siamese, for what I could see was sprawled in the corner. Her ankle wasn’t injured. It was 4:00 a.m. “Maybe I should call a doctor,” I said, watching her take the pills. There was as much pleasure as pain in these moans. The moan quickly turned into a series of quiet gasps, which started to fray my nerves. “They are getting wild”, I thought to myself. She was clutching her ankle, trembling all over. Jessica dropped on the sideboard, nearly falling off the bed. We clumsily made our way to the bathroom. I was ashamed that
