Including any special arrangements you need to make for housing and recovery. Don't worry. We love you," Coach said."I know you do, Lou. I'll do my be...t for you." Do it for yourself."Samantha pulled my car up and we helped Whitney into it. It was a bit of a step up for her, but it was easier to ride in the back of the Suburban with room to stretch out her leg than to get into Janet's smaller car. Janet stood there looking lost until Rose took her keys and motioned her into the truck. Liz went. "Boys, I can assure you that I get more than enough sex. I can't imagine what led you to believe that I needed that kind of help."There was an embarrassed pause. Finally George uttered a deflated and meek "Oh."Ernie brightened up. "Well, could you just do it for us then? Seen as how you didn't mind giving old Horace a hand job and all."I began to protest, but the expectant, hopeful look on their faces was too much to bear. "I suppose I could give you each a quick hand job. But you mustn't tell. I was very flexible then and routinely sucked my own cock and learned I loved the taste of cum. I even banged myself with a cucumber to feel what it was like to have a cock in my ass. I asked him to be truthful and asked him if he was gay. He seemed to relax and said, "I understand if you don't want to hang out with me now, but please, if anyone knew, you know what would happen. I'll be a target." In our circle of friends, he was right. He would be ostracized and probably a target for. We're both worried about her. I know you still love her. I do, too. Maybe it's because you do that's part of why I love you, and need you to love me, too, for the rest of our lives." Not much chance that you'll get rid of me anytime soon, Lover, but you're right about Cassie. I do still love her, and like I said last fall, I probably always will. But she's not Tandra Hayes, my bratty twerp of a sister, and who I can't live without any more than she says she can't live without me." With that, I.