Iverson was in the soft light of the restaurant. He had a calm confidence about him, like someone who knew what they wanted. The dim light of the rest...urant highlighted his tan skin and warm smile. He looked strong but with a controlled gentleness.“So, what questions do you have, Mr. Iverson, that I can be helpful with?” I asked, breaking the brief awkward silence.“Dean,” he said. “Please call me Dean.”“Okay, Dean,” I replied. “I want to be helpful in any way I can.”“I’m sure you will be,” he. Our eyes closed, bodies shivering and genitals locked. We were experiencing the pleasure of our lifeI lay on top of her for a while.I wanted this to never end. But slowly my dick started to go limp so I tried to withdraw.“Oh Prashant don’t do that remain inside for a while its feeling good.”“Oh just stay in, I am feeling so much loved and protected after so many years.”But now my dick started to go limp rapidly.“Umm Prashant, what are you doing? Stay inside.”“I am not doing anything Sushila; it. It soon became obvious that in spite of his conditioning, the shock andphysical damage in the accident overrode anything done to him and hislove for his wife came to the surface. His mind was in a whirl and thatwas before the question of his physical changes were examined.Later he had reason to thank the lawyer. He stepped in and appointed anadministrator who reorganised Carol's employees to run the businesswithout her being there, and by and large little business was lost.Norman faced months. "Well, Mr. Peako, this time of the year we don't really have anything. But it's too cold for you to go on to wherever it is you were heading. Why don't you stay with us a couple of days, at least until this blizzard passes and it gets a little warmer?"I guess it should be here noted; my father and mother had an innate special brand of kindness. I've spent a lifetime trying to learn to live up to their standards. I'm still trying... "Well," my father said thoughtfully, "I guess you could—help me.