“Wow ... I am stunned at how deeply you feel about this, how strongly, but just remember that it’s best not to dwell on the past too much. Learn f...om it, yes, but don’t beat yourself up about it. You’re my first wife and I still love you, hell, I love you more than ever, so let’s focus on our love for each other and the others, rather than on how well or poorly either of us behaved before Doomsday. And on that note, it’s time for Chelsea. I think that she wanted to bond with you again. She. Suddenly, he heard a woman’s voice saying, do you need some help with that? He looked to the voice and a woman was standing on his balcony. She was a great looking woman, long blonde hair, beautiful big cleavage, with a look of pure sex on her face. She could be his mother, but what did that matter? She wasn’t, and she looked so hot. He tried to speak but just uttered ummmm, I, errrrr, sure! She said her name was Jeannie and she wanted to play with that fucking hard cock. She walked over to him. . I wouldn't fit ... I don't like..." He began to stammer as they reached the end of his yard and stepped onto on Nature Path used for biking and walking..."I know, your special teams coach said you didn't like contact. I'll tell you the truth; the first thing I said was that I didn't want any Nancy-boys on my team. I hadn't expected to see such an imposing figure when I finally met you today. Out of your pads you're still a big boy and I know from the coaches, you have good speed. Taking hits. Here he was, fresh out of university and working for PJ Korgan, one of the most prestigious investment banks in the city. He was made. The world was his playground and soon he'd be able to fill it with all the expensive toys.And yet...It was Kirk. It was always fucking Kirk.Kirk, his elder brother. Kirk, the golden boy, apple of his parent's eyes. Kirk, with his straight A's and a first from Cambridge. Kirk, with his high ideals and grandiose plans. Kirk, who'd gone to Africa, determined to.