It was not unusual for Elliot Reid to spend about an hour crying in one of the storage closets. The thing that was unusual was what she was crying about.nnNormally she cried over things like when Dr Cox was to hard on her, or when she didn't know the answers to the questions Dr Kelso asked her at rounds, or when another relationship failed, but this was far worse than all of those things and as a result she had cried longer and harder than ever before.nnJordan Sullivan, a member of the Board of Directors at the hospital where Elliot worked, had manipulated the blonde and used her like some kind of sex slave.nnJordan had spanked Elliot and finger fucked her before somehow tricking her into eating her to orgasm while she masturbated herself to an orgasm of her own.nnTo make matters worse Jordan's ex-husband Dr Cox had caught them in the act and although he hadn't done anything as of yet he had let Elliot know that he knew it was her going down on his ex-wife and considering there was tension between them already Elliot feared what Dr Cox would do next time she saw him.nnThat was why while crying in the closet she had decided to do something before this situation got out of hand.nnSo Elliot wiped away her tears and finally came out of the closet, desperately trying to ignore the metaphor of that, and focus on finding Dr Cox so that she could explain to him what happened. Unfortunately when she saw him she completely lost her nerve and hid from him.nnShe quickly decided she couldn't just go up to him and apologise for eating out his former wife and knew she couldn't trust herself not to say something stupid like that to him if they were ever forced to interact again, which was only a matter of time given this hospital so she quickly had to come up with another option.nnUnfortunately for Elliot, her only other option was to talk to Jordan.nnDr Cox and Jordan were both equally scary to Elliot, but for better or for worse out of the two evils she chose to try Jordan.nnAfter all, just because their last interaction hadn't ended that well that didn't mean the same thing was going to happen again, right? Right?nnShe didn't have a choice. Somehow she had to convince Jordan to tell Dr Cox it wasn't Elliot who had been going down on her, or it had all been Jordan's idea and she had manipulated Elliot into it, which was technically true, or something, anything that would get her off the hook.nnShe asked a few doctors and nurses if they had seen Jordan to which they replied they had but no one seemed to know where she was.nnElliot got the impression that the people she asked were looking at her strangely, and so was everyone else for that matter.nnAnd then in the middle of walking down the corridor a horrible realisation hit Elliot.nnOnly an hour ago another woman had covered her face in cum and pussy juice and since then she had not had the chance to wash her face.

I woke up early. around 6 AM and looked over to my left to find the love of my life, Mari, still asleep on her side, with her back towards me. She was exhausted when she got in at about 2:30 in the morning. She stayed awake just long enough to give me a hug and a kiss, shed her scrubs and collapse into the bed. I rolled over onto my left side put my arm around her waste and curled up against her. I loved waking up next to Mari and just lying there and spooning with her. As a matter of fact we both enjoyed it so much that on the days I had to go to work and she didn't I would purposely set my alarm for a half an hour before I had to get up just so that we could spoon. nnAs I lay there, holding Mari, I started kissing and nibbling her neck. She began to stir a little and moaned ever so softly as she pushed herself against me. I now had a raging hard on, but I couldn't bring myself to attack her. Knowing that she had gotten so little sleep, I was content to lie there with my arm around her and enjoy the closeness that we shared. About an hour later I carefully slid out of the bed, trying not to disturb her, and went into the kitchen to make some coffee.nnCoffee in hand I headed for the living room and sat down to watch the formula one practice on TV. I figured that this would keep me occupied until about 9 AM, and then I would go out and cut some fresh flowers, put them in a vase, and make breakfast. Then I would surprise Mari with breakfast in bed along with the fresh cut flowers. After my second cup of coffee I had to take a leak, so I headed for the bathroom. nnWhen I was done I didn't flush the toilet, since the bathroom was right next to the bedroom and I didn't want to wake Mari. As I exited the bathroom and started to creep past the bedroom door I thought I heard a noise, so I paused at the door and listened. Sure enough I heard it again, it sounded like someone was moaning. Then it hit me.

Kevin Parsons was a son who loved his mother deeply. He hated his abusive father just as deeply. The man was a bully and a drunk.nnThe young son often heard his mother's cries and his father's yelling. He would peek in and see her on knees begging not to punisher any more. Often Rachel Parsons' body would sport bruises and cuts from their 'lovemaking'.nnMany nights the loving son would try to muffle his mother's cries with a pillow. It would fail and he would weep feeling so helpless. Many times after such beating he would go to his mother and comfort her. The wounds would be treated. The young son often expressed hatred toward the abusive parent. nnRachel knew her son wanted his father gone. The few times he tried to champion his mother were unsuccessful. Unfortunately, Kevin was just too small to do anything to stop the mean-spirited father. The efforts would leave him beaten severely. The mother's agony would increase with the sight of the bloodied child. nnIt broke the young son's heart to see his mother in a huddled quavering mass crying. The pain would multiply with the view of her child being so beaten. They would hug together in a fearful crying ball of quivering flesh.nnWhat really puzzled the young lad was why did his father treat his mother so cruelly?

The waves rippled in the sand on the other side of the wall from the bench. There is no motion as I stare out across the light reflecting across the bay. Except the light rippling noise, all appears still and quiet. There was nothing to the left or to the right of the bench. Sitting quietly on a Sunday evening and wishing that I could be your only dream.nnWeeks had passed since the last vivid dream of Anita. It felt so real and yet felt so distant. Here I sit on this bench again and relive the thoughts. It is a bit strange this feeling within, much like the feeling on one's tongue after licking a battery. I foolishly did that as a kid. If you haven't done that, don't bother it isn't all that good. nnMonths had gone by since the first meeting with Anita. There have been friendships and feelings, but none like that exchanged between us in that brief moment of time. Memories of licking Anita to floods of pleasure much like the shining ocean crashing before me now. nnThe weather had been very warm the past week and it was about to change quickly. A typical band of thunderstorms were forecasted for this evening that would change the temperature significantly in the next few hours. I lay down on the bench and looked up at the sky and saw the stars above. A few planes circled on the way to the airport further down the coast. I closed my eyes.nnI naturally drifted off to sleep.