A ball pit would not make the basement any less creepy. Two priests and the blood of Jesus might make a dent in it but really it probably wouldn't even break the evil that lurks down there, they might need to call in more religions.
And hell yeah they need to get her to bed, and by bed she might actually mean sleep but more likely she is thinking about fucking her father's brains out. She doesn't need two hands on top and she certainly doesn't need any hands for him to finger her to sleep every night. Just one of those little night time rituals, except instead of a bedtime story it's an orgasm, or two. She shifts sloppily in her little wheelchair, it feels good, this little seat on wheels, everyone should have one of them.
The doctor leaves and Salome puts her hand in her father's and sort of closes her eyes to give them a rest, they sort of ache, that sting and burn that makes a person feel ten times more tired then they really are. It doesn't take long before a wild nurse appears! The same nurse as before that led her into X-rays but this time it's with an IV. Why not get some good fluids going while she administers the medication for the swelling and probably another shot of something before they start wrapping her arm up.
It won't take long but she will have to let go of her father's hand, and she'll probably feel a little less hurty behind the eyes with the fluids and soon the medication will make her hand swell down to a relatively normal size. "You want one too, dad? She'll hook you up, my nurse friend."
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Date: 2013-01-10 10:44 pm (UTC)And hell yeah they need to get her to bed, and by bed she might actually mean sleep but more likely she is thinking about fucking her father's brains out. She doesn't need two hands on top and she certainly doesn't need any hands for him to finger her to sleep every night. Just one of those little night time rituals, except instead of a bedtime story it's an orgasm, or two. She shifts sloppily in her little wheelchair, it feels good, this little seat on wheels, everyone should have one of them.
The doctor leaves and Salome puts her hand in her father's and sort of closes her eyes to give them a rest, they sort of ache, that sting and burn that makes a person feel ten times more tired then they really are. It doesn't take long before a wild nurse appears! The same nurse as before that led her into X-rays but this time it's with an IV. Why not get some good fluids going while she administers the medication for the swelling and probably another shot of something before they start wrapping her arm up.
It won't take long but she will have to let go of her father's hand, and she'll probably feel a little less hurty behind the eyes with the fluids and soon the medication will make her hand swell down to a relatively normal size. "You want one too, dad? She'll hook you up, my nurse friend."