OH MY GAWD! I updated! I really am sorry I haven't updated in a while, I don't have internet access at home anymore, so I always have to wait till I get to a computer that actually has it. Plus, I've had massive health issues that have prevented me further, and I've just been uninspired for a while. Now, I can't guarantee when I'll be able to update again, so please bear with me :). REVIEW PLEASE!

Love LEXI :)))).


Spencer walked to her car quickly, her pace fastening with every step. It was eight o' five, and she would not be late to her date with her excruciatingly sexy English teacher. She sped to her home, and got out quickly.

She stripped of her clothes when she entered her average sized bathroom and started up the warm water in her shower. She stepped in and allowed the steamy water to run down her soft body. She hummed a tune as she scrubbed her pale skin with her green loofah smothered in her Lavender and Vanilla body wash. She shaved, washed and conditioned her hair, and washed her face, wanting to look as good as possible.

She was almost finished when she started imagining what would happen when she would go to see Phil. She visualized him naked, his broad muscular chest gleaming with a light sheen of sweat as he rammed into her petite body furiously. Spencer bit her lip as her hand traveled down to play with her dark curly locks. She rubbed herself softly at first, imagining Phil's earlier exploits on her soft curves. She rubbed herself more harshly, craving release, intensifying her pleasure. Images of Phil pushing in and out of her petite body flashed through her mind, and she inserted two fingers at once, sending her over the edge and into totally blissful ecstasy.

She sighed, somewhat satisfied, but still feeling bubbles of lust in the pit of her stomach. She heaved herself off the wall that was covered in beads of now cool water, and finished her bathing quickly.

Spencer grasped her purple towel off the rack and wrapped it around her thin body tightly. She smiled and began to step out, but did not see that her little bathroom rug was moved a couple of inches away. As she stepped out, the water from her leg and body caused her to slip and fall, her head smacking the frame of the door.

Tears welled to her eyes as she tried to get up, but her head hurt so much that it forced her to remain laying down in a slightly awkward, unnatural position on the white tiles of her bathroom floor.

She was vaguely aware of her surroundings, but her a faint closing of a door and realized one or both of her parents were home.

"Mom... Dad!" She croaked, her voice just barely above a rough whisper. But she knew that they wouldn't be able to hear her, so she did the only thing she could think to do. Spencer moved a coupe of inches with all her strength, sending her body into full on pain, and grabbed the glass door. Her ace was far enough away, so with all her might, she slammed it hard, then opened it and slammed it again. She repeated the action twice before she began to black out. Spencer could just barely make out the sound of foot steps coming towards her bathroom door, as her eyes closed and she fell into a deep sleep.

Spencer awoke to the sound of voices and a strange screeching sound in the background.

"How long has she been out?" One of them asked.

"I'm not sure, I came upstairs to tell her that our parents would be late so I was going to make her dinner, and she was laying on the ground with blood all around her." The other one stated. This one's voice sounded familiar, but Spencer couldn't make it out.

She could just barely feel someone tugging one of her eyes open and shining some bright light into it. She felt do light headed and tired as images of a man with dark blonde hair and deep blue eyes, dressed in a doctor's outfit, came and examined her inch by inch, sensually touching areas as he wished.

Phil...

Doug sharply turned his head back to his sister after hearing a whisper uttered from her lips that was almost barely audible with the siren in the background; but he heard it.

He furrowed his eyebrows; surely Spencer hadn't said the name of his best friend, she has no reason too, right? Doug shook his head, telling himself that she was probably just having delusions, but he still felt a little odd with the hushed name his sister had barely whispered.


Spencer moaned as Phil toyed with her body, caressing every square inch of her creamy pale skin and kissing her collarbone in a carnal fashion.

He glanced up at her through his long eyelashes and grinned as he took her legs and spread them apart, positioning himself in a sensuous manner and came closer to her opening and began to push himself int-

Spencer's eyes shot open as she felt the burning pain of a needle being forced into her vain and emptying it's drug content into her system. She became panicked and tried to jolt out of the itchy sheets that lied upon her, but she was held down quickly by one person as another untied the blue rubber ribbon that had been tied around her arm and placed an adhesive pad on top of the needle to keep it in place. Somewhere in the air, Spencer could hear what was once a faint, slow beeping noise speed up quickly.

"It's alright," a female's voice tried to soothe Spencer from her blind anxiety attack and placed a delicate hand upon her shoulder.

"How are you feeling?" The woman asked as Spencer began to gain an awareness of her surroundings. She was in a hospital bed in a simple white room that was littered with different beeping machines and buttons.

Spencer tried to answer but found that her voice was croaky and rough; she considered that maybe she was asleep for a while.

"How long have I been sleeping?" Spencer choked out, her voice barely above a whisper.

"About fifteen hours. You apparently fell and gave yourself a nasty cut on the back of your head. Do you remember the accident at all?"

Spencer thought about it, but couldn't quite recall what had happened. She shook her head softly and regretted it instantly as an intense migraine racked her mind. With the migraine came an intense itchy sensation that crawled all over her scalp. She began to reach to scratch it, but instead of hair, her fingertips brushed a bandage that was wound tightly around the upper part of her head.

"I'm sorry if it itches," the woman said, reading Spencer's thoughts, "but I advise that you don't scratch it. Scratching can possibly reopen your stitches, and I'd rather not have to redo them."

The woman smiled, showing that she was making a joke, and Spencer gave a small sheepish smile as she pulled her hand back down and placed it upon her lap.

The door opened and Doug's face pooped around the side.

"Are we all decent?"

Spencer rolled her eyes and instantly regretted that as well, because it only further intensified her migraine. The woman smiled and nodded at Doug.

"I'll give you two some privacy then. I'll be back in a little while to do some more procedures," The woman stated as she walked out the door and closed it. Doug gave a sympathetic smile to Spencer and walked over and sat on the edge of the hospital bed.

"How you feeling kid?" He asked.

"Like I just got stitches and 20 ounces of anesthesia pumped into my blood stream, but other than that I feel pretty lousy," Spencer smiled and chuckled lightly, trying to keep herself from further intensifying her migraine.

Doug smiled and gave a small laugh, "What a relief, and all this time I thought you' feel better. God that is such a load off my shoulders."

Spencer gave a giggle and slowly hugged her brother.