He invited Lisa and me to visit his place, to meet his parents. They lived just the other side of Woolgoolga Creek to the caravan park, only a few min...tes’ drive. We pulled up outside a neat fibro house, I knocked on the front door, and Kishore answered.“Please, Will, Lisa, come inside, my parents are keen to meet you,” he said.He introduced us to his parents; they were both wearing traditional Sikh clothing. His mother asked us if we would like a cup of tea; we both said we would like. I came to realize that he had been a man of the sea, and he greatly missed fishing. He couldn't risk leaving me behind for an extended period, so he was forced to take me along. And when he left to go fishing, he told me not to go out for any reason; but there was no bathroom. I HAD to go to the public restroom, against his express orders. I never intended to talk to you, or anyone else, but I found myself unable to resist. You have a way of... I mean, when I talked to you, I felt... I couldn't. A few thrusts and Ned was half embedded in the moist envelop. Kori shifted her hips, rolling her vaginal tunnel higher, helping him get better aligned. Ned slid in firmly and packed her feminine tube with his manly muscle. Kori hugged his neck tighter and jogged her ass, indicating her craving for Ned to initiate the erogenous rhythm. Ned frequently fucked younger women. His daughters understood and met his needs. His stripper employees understood that good jobs like the Strip and Fuck required. Knowing that someone had unconditional love for me. And that was what made me finally able to let go and love myself. Sometimes at night I think about the night you died. I cry every time I remember the look on the nurses face, when I knew the end was near. She came in and pulled away the tubes. Then the doctor came, and they turned off your life support. I closed my eyes as I heard the rhythmic sound of your heart monitor shift to a single sharp note. I still hear that in my head sometimes.