Young boy girl sex was there to talk about? He was blind. He was single. He was alone. Not much to talk about on his part.
He had finally been released. The guy who had hit him was incredibly rich and Dillon was lucky that he had been well insured. The guy was paying for an at-home nurse so that Dillon would be able to live at home, instead of a nursing home.
A nursing home. young boy sex pics that where he would end up? People werenít supposed to be in nursing homes before their seventies! But, what other options were there for him? He couldnít work anymore. It was hard to be a computer analyst when you couldnít see a computer screen. Even when he could walk again, he wouldnít be able to drive to the grocery store. What use was he?
Dillon didnít fool himself. Brad hadnít left because he felt guilty. Brad left because he knew Dillon was now worthless.
He heard two voices talking and then quiet laughter. The at-home nurse must have the television on, he thought to himself. young boy pics all, weíre the only two here.
The door to his bedroom opened then and Dillon realized that he heard two sets of steps. Who else could possibly be here? He had chased all his friends away within the first week of coming home. Tell someone to go away enough times and he finally listens to you. Nor did he have any family, his parents having disowned him for being gay long ago.
"Well, Mr. Marshall," came the voice of Ms. Sterning, "You have succeeded in chasing away your physical therapist. I hope you are proud of yourself."
Dillon shrugged. It didnít really matter whether naked boys pics therapist showed up or not. He had no plans on doing anything remotely thefuckutical.
"I donít know why you care one way or another, Nurse Sterning," Dillon replied, a note of bitterness in his voice. "You get paid even if I donít get better. In fact, itís probably better for you if I never recover use of anything. At least youíll have job security."
"Thatís it, Iíve heard enough," the other person in the room finally spoke. Dillon had almost forgotten him. His voice sounded vaguely familiar. "I think you need to leave Mr. young boy girl sex and me alone for a while Nurse Sterning. We have a lot to talk about."
"Iím more than happy to let you have him, Mr. Evans. I have the marketing to do and the laundry to finish."
Dillon heard her walk from the room and firmly close the door. He had no idea who he was alone with. The voice was familiar, but the name young boy girl sex not. None of his friends were named Evans.