When he got out of the shower, he paid a hell of a lot more attention to his appearance than he usually did. Yeah, he was older, but as he'd told the ...eam many times, older didn't mean dead. And for an older guy, he wasn't exactly bad looking.This wasn't a polo and white undershirt night, Gibbs told himself after he dried off, brushed his hair and teeth, and put deodorant and a small splash of aftershave on. He had a few button downs here that would go well with the black dress pants he'd. Yes. No. Yes.’ Jeff smiled. ‘Then you are a good father. As long as you love him, he accepts you, you don’t hit him and you spend time with him then there is nothing else you can do.’ I nodded. That made sense. Then the other burning question seemed to want to be asked. ‘Do you think I’m good enough for Crystal?’ This question seemed to shock Jeff even more then my first one did. ‘Do I think you are good enough?’ He scratched his head. ‘Hawk, that isn’t for me to decide.’ I clenched my fist on. On this particular trip, I was the lone person on the car (probably next one also).A couple of minutes later, I realized I was totally alone in a public space and that brought back my frequent fantasy of masturbating in a public space. As luck would have it, I was already pretty aroused from having had fun with a group of students - some of whom were really hot girls - on campus.I got to the end of the car in a corner between last two seats - one seat was sideways and one was facing in. “Her, maybe yes but not him.”“No, but he also sees me as a burden; he’s just willing to deal with it. I don’t want to be a burden to anyone.“No, I can’t be there. I’m moving back to Littleton. My disability money will take care of me basically, and in spite of my situation, I’m going to try and get a job, any job. Just something to keep myself busy if you get my drift,” I said. My bud nodded.“You got it man. You know, I have to say it, but you’re better off without her. I can’t believe after.