..Was it years, later? Decades, maybe.There is no time when you're dead. Only now, forever...Another flash of memory.My mother, weeping at the kitchen...sink, was holding a sheaf of medical papers in her hand. She stared at the papers as if they were a palpable enemy that she could rend, tear, or kill. Her tears were hard and angry – but soft, and almost helpless. Hindsight cleared up so much, and I now know the anguish she felt as the sterile, white forms pronounced her death sentence.For. She flopped back on the couch. She looked at the watch and switched on the TV... "Lessee ... channel 313. She punched buttons and fiddled with the remote. An underwater view from a camera attached to the Kings Knight keel crackled and wobbled a little ... focused and there's the bottom ... it looks like all is going to work this time. Closer ... closer ... closer ... just inches away now."The boat is moving fast enough to snap the mast when she stops. Look at that ... mud swirls ... any second. He delivered the package by evening and I carefully mixed it in my dad’s drink and helped mom to take him into bedroom. She was covering him with blanket her ass was turned towards me. I grabbed her hips and pulled her toward me and place my dick in her ass crack then slowly leaned on top her holding her boobs and whispered to her ear I have d**gged him and the night is ours.I started kissing her neck with small love bites she started to give small moans I dropped her pallu and started grabbing. If I had known enough to get worried, I would have also known enough to know I was unhittable. What happened for me that afternoon was as rare as Haley’s Comet. Roseburg wasn’t going to win this game and Centerville wasn’t going to lose. There was still plenty of cheering going on as the game went on, but I was only focused on the hiss and thwack as the ball left my hand and found Baldwin’s glove. He stopped throwing down signs except to spot the pitches and flip me the bird. I don’t know.