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right,” Dollar said. “I am in hell.”
    â€œCome on now,” Crissy said. “Be a big boy. Roll it over.”
    â€œOh hell no! You gon’ stick that in my ass? You are out of your mind. Ouch!” Dollar screamed as the slightest movement sent volts of pain through his body.
    â€œOkay, have it your way,” Crissy said, laying the needle down and walking away. “I can think of far worse things to get stuck in your ass while in prison.”
    â€œOkay, okay,” Dollar said, hailing her back. “Do what you got to do. Just make the pain go away.”
    Crissy walked back over to Dollar in an “I told you so” demeanor. She picked up the needle and eyeballed Dollar to turn over so that she could stick him in his banana pudding dipped ass. Embarrassed that Crissy was about to see his bare bottom, Dollar hesitated.
    â€œI’ve given you a sponge bath for Pete’s sake,” Crissy said. “I’ve seen everything you’ve got already.”
    Dollar rolled over very slowly, with Crissy’s help, and braced himself as Crissy inserted the needle into his right butt cheek. It was almost instant gratification. Crissy helped Dollar turn back over and get comfortable as his eyes began to prepare themselves for more rest.
    â€œNow that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Crissy asked as she ran her hand across Dollar’s forehead.
    Dollar smiled as false illusions of Crissy in a little white nurse getup danced throughout his mind. He had a vision in his mind that he was still unable to move, lying in the infirmary bed as Crissy began to tear her clothing off piece by piece.
    Before Dollar knew it, she was straddled on top of him with nothing but a white lacy garter belt with a matching corset and some white four - inch, ice pick heels.
    Crissy’s tongue brushed across her cherry red gloss - covered lips as she placed her hands behind her back and began to unzip the corset. All the while she was grinding her warm pussy on Dollar’s dude. As Crissy threw the corset to the floor, she took her fingers and pushed her laced thong to the side as she began to tease Dollar with the masturbation of her pink pussy lips. She twisted her clit with her forefinger and thumb and moaned softly. The candy apple red polish on the tip of her nails plunged in and out of her cunt as she began to breathe heavily.
    Dollar just lay in the hospital bed unable to move; unable to contribute his own fingers in and out of her as his hands were pinned down with Crissy’s knees. Crissy began to moan intensely. Dollar knew this was a sign that she was about to cum. Crissy quickly climbed higher up onto Dollar until her pink, sticky pussy lips met Dollar’s mouth.
    â€œTaste it,” Crissy said. “Get drunk off of my cognac.”
    Dollar had never eaten pussy in his life. But he had a feeling that if he ate that pussy right, Crissy would handle his dick proper like. Niggaz in jail told him that they stole plenty of niggaz’ hoes because their man didn’t go down on them right. That bitch, Pam, Dollar thought. That trick, who had been fucking and sucking dick since she was twelve, never once instructed him as to how to eat a woman out.
    Dollar’s dream of getting laid was now a nightmare. Pussy was literally in his face to do what he wanted to do with it and he was dumbfounded.
    â€œEat it,” Crissy demanded again, becoming impatient. “Eat it, Dareese. Dareese, do you hear me? Dareese!”
    â€œYeah, yeah, what?” Dollar said, exiting his dream and reentering reality.
    â€œWould you like to try to eat, Dareese?” Crissy asked.
    â€œWord.” Dollar smiled. No one had called him by his given name in years. Hearing Crissy call him Dareese sounded strange.
    â€œYou haven’t been able to eat,” Crissy said.
    â€œYeah, I know,” Dollar said.
    â€œWe’ve been feeding you intravenously since yesterday when you came in.