But I feel sorry for him. I can see his cock growing softer as he talks to Mom and we start heading down the street back to home. He stops for a secon... to pull his pants up and I turn my head and look out the window not really paying attention to the conversation. How are we going to find the time to fuck with Mom in the house sick? Dad hangs up the phone and I look over at him. He is grinning at me. "Mommy's going into work babydoll!" he tells me.I look at him and suddenly I am grinning back. “No! Please I need to study what you have done. I have no desire to have you as you were when all this started. As of right now I’d say these changes you have made are what is and ARE keeping me alive. That and you operating as well as you are.” I told her suddenly.Sheila’s face seemed to light up at this. “I will then endeavor, to continue upon this line of reasoning for you, Doctor Gance. As I said I will do all I can to ensure your continued life and existence.”“Yes,” I said as I nodded to. I need for you to understand who I am. It's not a pretty story and I'm afraid of what you will think of me. But I can't lie to you, not ever. And not telling you what I have to say would be a form of lying."She sat there, on the edge of my bed while I told her my story. Holding her hand in mine I told of the years of happiness with Jean, the slow but steady sliding apart and the final, ugly ending. I didn't spare myself: I told her of how I almost killed Arturo, the still murky, in my mind,. “What is it with you?” “Sorry, sorry, it was only a question.” Subsequently, we sat there for many minutes without a word to say. Charlie turned to the window to do some heavy meditating and I seized this opportunity to get a proper glance at him. One thing I hadn’t noticed before was a small scar just above his left eyebrow. I noticed it then due to our proximity and this proximity I could not easily ignore. We were seated at a small table in a café not far from my house and though I hadn’t.