A few times I was tempted to reach over and feel them, but always seemed to find a reason not to. And then, on that fateful wednesday, it happened. ... The day had been slow. It was cold, so nobody was wearing a low cut shirt. But I know Blessing would. THe day seemed to last for hours. People were. All I could see was Liz's hands petting his sagging ball sack. At one point in that moment she would grab and pull them back and then let them go so that they'd swing back and forth for a second. On that visit, he happen to look up at me outside the door. He didn't smile or anything, he just nodded. Looked like he was just making sure things were still good. I though that was cool of him. I walked back to the TV for a few minutes more. And i remember finally noticing that I was hard with all. Dad stopped me at the door and asked me what I had been up too. I replied, “I went to the concert thanks to you.”Of course he asked, “Thanks to me?”I said, “Yeah, you fucked my hooker in the ass and then you gave her two hundred dollars. Thanks! That’s what I had asked you for in the first place.”Dad said, “At least I got a fuck out of it.”That was when Mom came around the corner and said, “I heard that you bastard. You’re out fucking prostitutes because I won’t let you stick that cock of yours. My wife and I have been married for thirty-three years and in that time have known nothing but love, loyalty and fidelity. We have never been wealthy but the recent financial crises have destroyed the way of life we cherished together. I have been out of work for eighteen months with no prospect of employment in the near or distant future. As we watched our meagre savings disappear and gradually sold off any valuable assets our choices have become more limited and more desperate. One day I was.