Gabapentin painkiller

Lovely, sweet tale. Your characteristic ramble; I especially enjoyed the 'painkiller as truth serum' expediting the plot!

Sounds great. I'd like to know what (specifically) was in the bottle. I have seen advertised some products that numb the area and help with anal sex specifically, not just as a lube, but as a painkiller.

Oddly enough, in my two professional careers, I had both attended MLA conventions and written about gabapentin (Neurontin, Parke-Davis)! I'm glad to see that the initial 3,000 mg dose didn't kill poor Christina: the world NEEDS more English professors like her (unless of course her department is French & Italian). Actually, the story had me thinking of a different class of drugs from anticonvulsants: Facetime reads like a JBEdwards story on steroids. Yet another wild & fun romp--this one even wilder than usual. Thanks yet again, JB.

A very special day in any girl's life: when she experiences her first kiss and her first father-brother threesome! The Ecstasy in the punch seems to have worked even better than the gabapentin they gave to the keynote speaker at the MLA, several stories back (although she had a fun night too).
This story is great fun; it's sexy too. I especially enjoyed the heroine/narrator's personality, including her fairly strong—but decidedly quirky—ethical principles. I do feel sorry for her uncle, though. He got left out of the action entirely. Perhaps there will be a Part 3? Fine with me, if so.

Story progress ~ zip.
Not much good news. Went to my neuropathist on Wednesday for a series of tests. 'Yes', I have nerve damage and 'no', the doctor looking at the results couldn't understand why. Essentially, they ran an escalating electric current from various spots on my lower leg and foot to toes to see how I responded. I highly recommend this as a means of torture.
On the downside, I am becoming resistant to my pain medication, so life sucks coming and going. My psychiatrist upped my Gabapentin from 300 Mg to 400 Mg [3x a day] and it isn't helping. Woot? I'd kill for a decent night's sleep.
Thank you for asking. I really wish I had better news.
James aka FinalStand

To Anonymous 4 months ago. There are a few Doctors and Nurses who read these stories by the way.....16 to 17 inches will not only go through the rectum but with a slight left turn into sigmoid colon then to the decending colon and further up with a sharp right turn into the transverse colon. Enemas only reach so far and after that you meet faecal matter (shit) so people having a colonscope where the camera and light at the front and highly flexible is 2 ins in diameter, have to have bowel prep which is a diet to follow and take 2 sachets of picolax several hours apart and lots of water, litres and litres and then spend the next 24 hours mostly in the toilet, as we call it spring cleaning for the bowel, clearing you top to bottom and only water allowed until you have the scope. You have sedation usually midazolam (gives you short term memory loss) and Fentanyl (opiate painkiller 100 times more powerful than morphine) IV and a drip. It is extremely painful reaching the upper areas of the decending bowel and even getting into the transverse is so painful it breaks through the sedation/painkiller. Used to see tumours and other conditions. With a dildo you would of met shit and if you pushed too hard perforated you bowel and died. So really, did you put 17 inch dildo up your arse,long enough to go into your transverse colon with that tricky 90° right turn, didn't meet any shit (apart from your boast) and could overcome tremendous pain and not rupture your bowel?!!! So let's have the truth....and remember Doctors and Nurses read these stories!!!

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Bravissimo!
Excellent story, the addition of the various forces affecting Andre's life and not focusing too much (at first) on his love for Cassandra was well done.
The antagonists (for the most part) got their comeuppance and further explanation of those ramifications - while wanted, weren't necessary.
Personally, I like the 'pay-off' (A.K.A - Sex) at the end of the story after a good build up.
I like the passage:
His music was a mix of Heavy, Gothic, Thrash, Death, and Black Metal. He found it helped calm his mind, keeping it occupied and distracted from the zillions of other inputs pouring in. With the beat of Metallica's Creeping Death providing the soundtrack, he left the building and walked to school.
And him listening to The Priest's 'Painkiller' is very apropos.
11/10 British Steels!!!!!