I checked her eyes, and they rolled-back, like normal, to the back of her head.
Are you people really such a bunch of backwoods, didn't even graduate 5th grade, imbred, toothless, crazy, hillbilly dirt balls? She's told me to go back but there's too much going on and so far the one thing she won't do is go with me yet.
After a few minutes she retracted her hand and I was able to pull her nightgown down again, and then I went to sleep.
I walked back to Donny, who was still processing all of this shit.