I spent a pleasant hour with Joelle, eating and talking. The older Korean gentleman, Do Hun, shuffled up to the fire pit with a string of fish. They were playing cards and laughing, and I marveled at the way these kids bounced back from the tragedy that had befallen them. I wandered over to Horace, who was by now working on the infirmary shelter, and volunteered some unskilled labor for the rest of the afternoon. She assured me her leg was feeling fine after a little Advil and lunch. You may not be able to fulfill my needs anymore.”
“Oh, I think I can fill something,” I said in a low voice, slipping my hand under her shirt and fondling one stiff nipple. Certainly reliving the morning had gotten me hard again. “Damn, Dave!” she laughed. It would probably do wonders for his self-confidence around the ladies if he had some experience with them.”
She rolled onto her back and eyed me suspiciously. There seemed to be no neurological issues on my quick exam. Your choices are a lot
