Det var ju bara två tjejer som låg i en säng, nakna, och hånglade med varann,Jag kände att jag snart inte skulle stå ut mer, men jag kunde änd�... inte gå därifrån. Mina fingrar letade sig ner mot mitt underliv, och jag särade på benen, så att de skulle komma åt. Jag kände att mina trosor var alldeles våta, så jag drog ner dem över benen, bara en liten bit. Min fitta dunkade, så jag började lätt smeka den. Jag kände mig mer och mer kåt, och lyckades sticka in ett finger, men pep genast till för. It took about a month, but one day Judith spoke her first words to Angela."Grand child?" she asked.With tears in her eyes Angela said, "Yes they are. They're your Grand children." Judith reached out a finger and touched the photos, "My Grandkids?"Another month went by before Judith could carry out a simple sentence. The sentences were always about the kids. Dr Fritz was thrilled with the progress Judith was making. He admitted, "I didn't think that we would ever unlock her mind from the dark. She’s been able to make very good sense of the madman’s scribblings ... perhaps because her own writing is so much like chicken scratch,” Sam answered, getting a playful elbow to his cushy torso that could well absorb the blow, “seriously, though, it’s true. She’s been a tremendous aid to me and this matter is coming along well, as is the transportation of as many criminals and other captives as we can send to the Wall. My former brethren of the Night’s Watch will be much better reinforced,. When I was sure she was gone, I took the story to my chair and devoured it, learning that she enjoyed having an audience, that after she had gone away she missed my presence and had fallen into loneliness, without song. As I read the words seemed to gather a melody that I had heard her sing in the beginning of the winter, haunting, melancholy, needing. I read the story again, a third time, trying to learn all the intonations, all the nuances. She reflected many of the ideas that were in the.
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