I wished for a cigarette, anything to occupy my hands, and then the door opened.My ex-wife, Emily, peeked around the door frame and warily said, "Chuc...?"My daughter Amber slid around my ex and said, "Daddy?"I smiled and said, "Hi. Yeah, it's me." My voice had lost the raspy tone, and sounded about an octave or two higher than before.Emily stepped into my room and assumed her stance of authority. Glaring at me, she declared, "Charles, so help me, if this is a ploy of some kind to cheat me out of. He sat down on the edge of the bed and wished me a happy birthday. ‘Your father told me you weren’t feeling well,’ he added with a note of concern.‘It’s just a little headache,’ I assured him, ‘I’m feeling much better now, actually.’‘Glad to hear it,’ he said with a smile, then cast his eyes downward as he confessed ‘I excused myself from the party. Said I’d walk the grounds, get some air. Felt funny lying. I’m terrible at it, really.’ My heart swelled with pride at the fact that he was. That’s why I fell in love with him. I met his family. His father, Adam Mabuso worked as train operator with the MBTA. His mother Elsie was a homemaker. His younger brother Alexander attended one of the local high schools. They lived in the town of Brockton, a half hour’s drive from downtown Boston. They were warm and friendly, but looking into their eyes I could see that they had been through hell. From Angelo I learned about the horrors of apartheid. In South Africa, racist white men and. He loved it and attacked my naked body right there for just some very heavy petting, since we were in a parking lot for a closed down restaurant near his building. It was pretty passionate though, his hands were all over (and in) me while he kissed on my neck and I'd managed to get his cock out of his pants and into my hand. The pleasure was incredible and I was actually near orgasm when I opened my eyes I found that an older, somewhat raggedy guy was standing close by, watching us!My hubby.