Not in the abstract everybody is going to die someday way, but in the lying on a nursing home bed, every breath may be his last way. Still, he had a g...od life. Living to be seventy six, married forty two years before his wife passed, three children, no druggies or miserable human beings in the bunch. His oldest daughter was killed in an auto accident when he she was fifty one, his son was a middle manager living out West, his youngest daughter was in Alaska. The only family he had left locally. She is OK with the room ready to occupy it after couple of days. On the day she is moving to my home she rang and asked whether I can help her I said yeahhhh, she was in her ¾ and a tee which were very thin while packing her stuff I was able to see her butt crack whenever she bend down I notice that she didn’t ware any panty at that time so I was waiting her to bend down like was I enjoyed my time in her old flat. We came to our home we unpacked everything I went to my room and then she went to. “Last house,” the man on the left called, his voice muffled by the double layer of dirty gray cloths that covered his nose and mouth. Even through the covering, the sound of desperate relief could be heard. Though not its purpose, the mask concealed his face neatly so only his lidded brown eyes showed over the top of the once-white mask, eyes that were filled in a strange mix of pain and horror.“Thank Tyln,” the man on the right muttered through his own double-layered mask. He was ever so. "You came to the bar looking for me, didn't you?" Yes," she replied in an even softer tone."Do you remember making some promises out there?"Gail nibbled at her fingernail before responding timidly. "At the bar?" No, not at the bar," he said, his voice heavy with sarcasm. "Out there in the living room when I had my dick up your little puckered asshole!"Biting her lower lip, Gail paused before answering. Karen was licking her lips, attentively hanging on every word."Yeah," she said her voice.