" I don't think it will scare him off. I mean, he called today, right?" Ah, he only called to find out why I blew him off at lunch to talk to Angela."...om was still smiling. "He would have called you anyway, I'm betting. And he went to eat lunch with you, right?" True. We'll see, I guess." Do you like him?" she asked me."Yeah. He's very sweet, an excellent listener, easy to talk to. He's also cute." Good," she laughed."So, where's Dad anyway?" I sent him out," she told me. "We had some errands. So I had to get shitfaced without his help. Tough job, but I managed.And then came the next day, Monday, after that last Bears game.I dragged my hurting ass out of the sack that Monday, feeling like shit and dead tired, went to the plant, and flogged myself to put in a halfway decent day's work for TELCO.When I went home after work that Monday, I was really dragging, but right away I could see things were majorly different; all of her clothes and personal gear was gone. First clue? I could. “And if you know what’s good for you, you’ll stay down.”Considering I didn’t think I could stand on my own anyway, I nodded. “Staying right here,” I said, and held up my hand with my thumb out. A rough thumbs-up motion.He slapped my hand away. “Fucking pussy!”I covered my eyes and fought to focus on my injuries. The stars that filled my vision cleared up and I could suddenly see the inside of my skull – like a computer generated 3D image I could examine at my leisure. A small spider web crack. I like to strip bare assed before I do it.? ?Do you lie on your back and spread your legs, knees lifted slightly?? ?Yeah, I guess.? ?Could you show a little respect for my profession? Could you answer , Yes Sir, or No Sir?? ?Yes, Sir, sorry Sir.? He said just as nicely as could be wanted. ?Do you play with you tits or your balls when you spank the monkey?? He blinked hard this time and a tear rolled down his face. This was not easy for him. ?I sometimes.