" I took a quick look around. There was nothing standing upright which could be used as a door. "It has to be a cellar type door," I said. "It's the f...oor of the almost empty shed. That concrete slab is somehow the door."Eve got down on her hands and knees and checked. "You are right the whole slab slides." I looked around the shed but couldn't find the camera or microphone. Even so, I was sure they were there."Okay let's rig the IED to blow the bunker." I said so that the microphone could pick. He's not queer, just playing it gay for the orgasm. That's okay. I can work with that". I retook my position on my knees in front of him and again marveled at the sight of his massive cock. The ball bag was equally impressive, almost but not quite in proportion. "How the fuck does he conceal all this in his pants?" I thought. Then I heard the noise of the adjacent cubicle's door being closed and I snapped my head round and looked at the glory hole. A tongue appeared and then quickly darted in. At the same time he bacame incontinent and had to wear diapers for the first time in his adult life. My family was devastated to see this once vital man reduced to living like a baby. We knew it was futile to try to force a feeding tube on him. The process would simply prolong the agony, and from the look on my father’s face, it was clear he was ready to move on to the next dimension… *************************************** The wake and funeral were surreal. My father’s body was there, of. I opened my eyes and continued walking to my old Ford Taurus and climbed in. Since I spend my days driving around selling used vacuum cleaners, I practically lived out of my car. It was full of fast food wrappers and other garbage. I really needed to clean it out. Mary deserved better than to ride around in this filthy car. She hadn't said anything, but it was obvious she didn't like riding in my car. Maybe I should just get a new car since this one was a piece of shit. A Mustang, maybe, black.